Damita smirked as he nudged her hands away, her fingers relentless as they instead explored his stomach. Cinnamon gaze was angled downward, as he took hold of her wrists, a brow arching as he slid them downward until they hovered over the object of her nightmares for the last two nights. She nipped at his lips as he drew away, her own lips quirking into a little grin.<br/><br/>“You won’t let me,” She teased, using the exact words he’d used on her earlier. She nibbled on the inside of her lip as her hands slid down, finally touching his cock, fingers sliding over the silky, hard flesh. She marveled at how something that felt so wonderful could cause so much pain; then again, anything with powerful muscles behind it could cause pain. She made a sound low in her throat, cinnamon gaze flicking up to his face, her expression wonderous.<br/>