That sinful mouth of hers was going to make him go insane, he was sure.  Freed of his pants, his cock stood up, hard and throbbing.  It was no surprise that there was something to her touch, her movements.  Everything was so practiced to his eye, yet it seemed so natural.  When she had him in her hand he let out a long, low sigh.  Everything was about as perfect as he could hope it would be.  She was the feminine guile he'd need for his endeavors.  The subtlety that he usually lacked.<br/><br/>One hand rested at his side, the other would move out to stroke along her hair slowly, almost tenderly.  Until he could get a firm grip on her hair and yank her hair back a bit, just enough to startle and blur that line between pain and pleasure.  "C'mon Lasciel," he crooned in a singsong voice, power rippling out at his words.  "Don't tease me, darling.  You and I both won't like it that much.  For the sharing of flesh, it has to be complete."