As she touched his chest that way, hardened his nipples he let his hand rest at the back of her head. The pinch made him inhale a pleasured breath, liking the attention, the intensity. The slide of rough nails down his skin made him squirm a little. He liked the slight pain, and the air that soothed it after. His hand followed hers down, feeling the marks under his rough fingers. He loved having her hands on him, growing to appreciate them as much as any other woman's hands.

But the light touch of it felt good, too. He grinned, giving her a dark gaze as her hair dragged over him. He was throbbing hard and sensitive, and it was a delicate tease.

"Stay like that," he told her, propping himself up on his elbow. He used his finger to tip her chin up, before grasping the base of his cock and moving it so that he could brush the head against her lower lip. Just seeing his head against her mouth was pleasurable. Especially with those dramatically different eyes watching him.