Liz moans loudly, relishing the feeling. Any thoughts that something might be wrong with this are banished to the furthest corners of her mind. She simply has no capacity to think about anything other than how much she wants Kilgrave to fuck her right then. Her hands roam his body, pulling him closer to her.

“I…” She pants for breath. “You feel fucking amazing.” A low groan passes her lips. “God, I want you so fucking bad. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Her hips meet his in a constant rhythm, her body writhing and moving against his furiously working towards a climax. She wants this so badly – wants him so much. As tension builds within her, her nails dig into his back and drag downwards.