He wanted that for her. He could feel the change in her, the tightening of muscle, the way she clenched over his fingers. He liked the bite, growling soft approval. He pressed his palm in hard against her clit, letting it rub with every thrust of his fingers.

"Yes," he gasped between the desperate kisses. He hardly knew why beyond the fact it was something his whole body was saying. Yes to more contact. Yes to more pleasure. Yes to her release, nothing else in the moment mattering at all.