He couldn’t help the self-assured smirk on his face at her banter. He was savoring every thrust into her heat and the sounds he was making escape from her. He loved the sort of control he had over another in these situations. It was a darker trait that he hid well from most people. Only a sliver of people got to witness it.

“You can always make me shut up. My lips are right here after all.” He breathed, his body shining in the dim light with a layer of sweat. Soon he picks up the pace, moving harder and faster without warning. A hand wrapped around her member, starting to stroke it adding another layer of stimulation. He was determined to make her fall over the edge for him again.