"Answer it." She whispered, attempting to stand up despite their joined bodies.
He pushed her back down to the bed.
"I can not."
"Why not?"
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"It's quite bad." He gestured at his rod.
She glanced down at it, colouring sheepishly.
"How bad is it?"
He held her hand and laid it on his arousal. She gripped it briefly before pulling her hand away as if she'd been burned.
"Oh dear." She muttered.
The knock came again.
"Ignore it." He muttered into her ear as he began to move again.
She reached out and clutched the sheets, her hips tightening around him.
She was so tight - Gods, the way she clenched around him…
It was either she said his name or she'd lose her ability to walk properly altogether.
Gentleness no longer applied in their new contract. He thrust in and out of her heedlessly, deriving fuel from the silly sounds she was making.
She was his, even if it was just for the night.
