His free hand — the one not holding her wrists — moved to her face.
Two fingers pressed to her lips.
She bit him.
Immediately — the instinct of someone reaching for the nearest available weapon, her teeth closing on his fingers with the full force of her jaw, the sharp pressure of a woman who had very strong feelings about what was happening.
His eyes closed.
For a moment she thought — absurdly, because she'd watched him shatter boulders with his sternum and scatter three armed women like smoke — that she'd hurt him.
Then she felt his cock throb.
Hard. A pulsing, urgent throb that registered against her walls with the warmth of a body responding to stimulation, and she understood, with a cold and furious clarity, that she had not hurt him.
She had given him something.
"Mm," he said.
His hips began to move faster.
Pah! Pah! PAH!
"NGGHHH— HAAA—! S-stop—aahnnn—it's—too deep—" Her teeth were still on his fingers. She bit harder. He drove deeper. "AAANGHH~~!!"
