Verity could see in his eyes that she was getting to him. She could do this, she could break him before he broke her. No. He would not break her. When he admitted that he wanted it she raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised at the admittance. But he was spreading her even more, his eyes flicked down to her and she turned her face, erupting in a blush at his words. Her stomach was tight with need.
"Go on, Damian, take it from me. What's stopping you but yourself? You have me restrained and at your mercy," she said, her voice velvety and tempting.
With the brush over her overly sensitive folds she lost the control she was gaining at least temporarily and groaned, trying to press into the friction for more. She knew the reaction may have lost her the game in the long run, but she was too tense and she wanted this so badly. For a moment she considered just giving in, asking him for it, begging him. Her pride greatly disagreed with this option.