Ripper glared down at Lillah when she pinched him, his hands gripping her hair and yanking lightly as a warning not to do that again. But he relaxed as she found determination to do as he had asked. His head lulling back once more with short breaths. He hummed in satisfaction.
The library's vast space simultaneously felt open and enclosed. The lights dim giving them a personal and private setting without needing to be in his or her room. Of all the places in his house, the library was the closest to doing it in a public space he could get, unless they started going at it on the front lawn, which Ripper suspected neither of the girls were the public space types.
Feeling her take him all the way in he moaned again. For all the words he never said in conversation he was rather vocal during sexual encounters. "Yes. That'said it." He said, his voice husky.