Desire moved through her, thick and heavy at the feel of his hand on her ass, at the tight squeeze upon the taunt flesh. She shivered and bit her lip, feeling how just plain right it was to be like this to him, to surrender like this and perhaps have him punish her for laying with another.<br/><br/>Sidhe were not jealous, she had been told that over and over, but she was glad, that Roarke could be, even just a little. When his fingers found her sex she moaned out in delight, squirming into it as he teased her clit. Dawn yelped though when his hand landed on her ass, shocked at first but delighted, a lover's sound for some unexpected plesasure. She squirmed on his lap, eager for more, pressing against his touch. The steady temp of the blows, felt on her skin and even in her pussy made her whimper in delight. It felt like each blow made her body throb and clench and she was wanton for him, pressing into his fingers, rubbing herself against them, into his hand.<br/><br/>She glowed beneath him, and through the moonlight of her skin the rosy pink of her ass glowed as he marked it with his hand prints, over and over and she panted and moaned her approval.