Kainé hisses through her teeth when his nails drag down her back, the sting sending a tremor through her. She doesn’t let up the pressure of her grip on his shoulders—it grounds her, keeps her steady with how intense everything feels.

When he slows down, her eyes snap open, a growl curling in her throat. “You bastard,” she mutters, voice low and strained with need. She shifts her hips, trying to force more friction, not above chasing what she wants if he’s going to tease.

“Don’t make me beg,” she growls, but there’s a flicker of defiance in her eyes—half a warning, half a challenge.