Who could have blamed the poor human for satisfying himself? The sounds that Byron drew from the Fae were very pretty and unmistakeable; it was a good thing she had never quite assimilated a sense of shame, otherwise she would have been horribly embarrassed. Instead, she purred for him like a satisfied kitten when the peak of her orgasm had passed, her head turned toward him to nuzzle affectionately at his jaw.
Her head still wasn't entirely clear when he pulled away and rearranged her, but the feeling of the table under her hands wasn't unwelcome at all. It gave her something to sink her fingernails into, leaving crescent-shaped gouges in the wood as he teased her. "I'm so glad you approve," she murmured, her voice breathy and amused. "But sweetness isn't what I want." The look that she gave him, over her shoulder and with her hair half in her face, was full of heat, intensity.