Humming, she arches into his touch. Sparks are going off inside her, but it's still too little, too slow — she wants more.

She kisses him hard, the fingers that were gently combing through his hair curling against his scalp. Every time he moves she arches against him, trying to speak without words.

Touch me.

God dammit, ravish me.

She draws him closer to her, squeezing tight.