She gasped as he cupped her, rolling under him obediently, her eyes dark and glazed already from the straight shot of pheromones. She stared into hie eyes, challenging him wordlessly. She wanted to do what he wanted from her. Her head tipped back as he forced her bead into the pillow, eyes locked with his. As soon as he moved for her, she won over self-conciousness, over uncertainty. Actions speak louder than words, and his had reassured her. She arched her back at his light touch down her neck, eyelids slipping to half mast against her will.<br/><br/>She moaned as once again her mind flooded with visions, slow, sensual strokes, hard, rough stroked, scratches, bites, a frenzy of passion. "You!" She yelped, arching up to press herself along his length. "I want you, I don't care how, I don't care what you tell me to do just do it!" She nearly screamed, already aroused past shame, past modesty. She didn't care if he ruined every other man for her, she would summon him again, and damn her soul so long as he would take her. So long as she could still feel drunk on his presence, so long as she could have him for a little while whenever she really needed.