The sound that rumbled from his lips seemed as much growl as moan of pleasure. He twisted slightly, leaning down to cup her breast, his nails scratching across her skin, teasing her with the edge of pain. His fingertips fastened briefly on her nipple, twisting, pinching, pulling, only a little, as if to test and see how she responded to each.<br/><br/>His hand rose to the back of her head, and began to thrust deeper into her mouth, slowly at first.<strong>"Is this what you desire, Dawn?"</strong>His voice was low and intense.<strong>"Not to be Princess, with everyone deferring to you, to have the weight of a Kingdom on your shoulders. To be simply Dawn, and to exist in these moments where your only thought is what pleasure you will offer?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Would you have me tell you of all the things I could do? With you. To you. To take you and use you in every way that your body can stand?"</strong>He continued to thrust deeply in and out of her mouth as he spoke.<strong>"To put you on your knees. On your back. On your stomach. To do whatever I want."</strong>