Rose moaned. It was an animalistic sound of pure pleasure, and that he could elicit such a sound excited her more. She moved against his hands, pushing his fingers deeper. She protested wordlessly when he stopped kissing her. "Yes," she gasped, answering his question and what his fingers were doing to her. Once free of her pants, she wrapped her legs around his hips, arching up to meet him. "Then have me," she said. It was as much command as it was consent.