Teasing was not really what Zacharias was doing to her, though he was not going to be surprised if she accused him of it afterward. No, it was a slow build up, lacking in games except that he was being very clear about what he wanted the speed to be. But that wasn't a game. That was the mood.
But the mood was getting all the harder to keep because Zach loved how her fingernails felt. No, love was not the right word because it was not primal, was not - no, no, no. He was keeping the mood. Oh fuck - no. He. Was. Keeping. The. Mood. That was the decision. No matter how much blood flowed south.
Zach almost could thank her for getting impatient again, as it got his mind off of his own body and back onto hers and keeping it the right pace. His free hand found hers and pulled them away from the corset. She was not going to get to remove it. Plus, his chest nearly fell against hers by doing so because much of his weight was resting on his elbow and a small portion of arm, and it was rather difficult. Once Zach was sure, in the moment, she was not going to attempt to remove the corset herself, he returned to the matter at hand.