He is greedy. [ she holds her hand there while she talks, not moving. ] He's all greed and want and he knows what's his.

[ her inhale is visible, her breasts lifting as she takes in that breath, but if she breaks eye contact now, she might lose her nerve. she's never done this, never spoken words aloud while touching herself for someone. she's thought about kaz, though, let him linger in her mind as she's contemplated what might be. it's invasive now, and she opens her thighs a little wider to give herself access as she dips a finger through her curls and catches her breath. ]

There are times he can't wait, times against a wall or a table... [ she has a vivid imagination that she can share, like this, but it's almost too much. building fantasies even she hasn't had the audacity to contemplate. ] Moments where the greed overtakes him because he's jealous of other men and their dark thoughts.

[ too far, she thinks and strokes herself with a second finger, biting her lip before continuing. ]

But this-- [ she lifts her hips into her own touch, the quietest of moans escaping. ] This is what he dreams of.