He let out a soft hiss as her thumb flicked over the head of his cock, bucking against the touch.
The moan that escaped her lips as his fingers slid inside and his thumb pushed against her clit again left him smirking. Her nipples tasted soft and so different to the rest of her skin. Was it any wonder he wanted to let his lips fall there every time he saw them.
He didn't resist the touch, but heard her taunts. That itch on his bond mark became a flaring irritation, and he suddenly realised what it was doing. "Well I think she might already know," he admitted, but didn't stop what he was doing. "The ahh, bonding magic has some side effects. I think she's highly irritated and seething down in the Library."
But he was too far gone with lust to care about Daphne at that moment, as he pulled her fingers from around his cock, and sought her folds. Without any fanfare he was sliding into her quickly enough, he gasped from the shock of her engulfing his girth. He grasped her arse, pulling her towards him as another satisfied groan escaped his lips. "So fucking good, Lettie."