[He smiles, making a contented noise low in his throat at the feel of her kisses against him, her heat and need filling him. He pushed himself inside her with a deep, rough groan, thrusting in to the hilt, deep and hard - a reward for her words. Tell him more, need him more, speak your love and affection, and you will receive all you want and more - the unspoken message he forced into her consciousness, letting it scathe across her.

With one hand still on her back, gripping her and holding her close, he brings the other up, sliding it between them to cup her breast and squeeze, hard - on that thrilling edge of pain.]

Do you want me to hurt you, too, Ivy [It was barely a whisper.] Is that something you want? You can say no - just tell me the truth. All the things you want from me, however they might have shamed you, the dark, secret desires - let them out. There's no shame with me, only more of what you want. Everything you want.