She felt too warm, too tight, but it was so inherently easy to shift herself just enough to have his fingers deeper still. It sent small shivers through her spine while heat pooled in her belly, seemingly draining into her lower limbs.

The moans in her ear only served to arouse her further, body leaning into his chest and into his fingers. Every sound he gave was further confirmation of his own undoing and her body reacted to it; her muscles clenched around his fingers as he hissed, which only coaxed a moan out of her into his shoulder. Maker, she wouldn't be able to keep this up if he kept doing that.

Her teeth closed around a small patch of skin, worrying it. She wouldn't bite down hard enough to bruise, though she swiped her tongue across the mark just the same. By the time she was finished, it was raised and red, possibly smarting, and she simply smiled lazily at her handiwork.