Nicodemus wasn't interested in waiting or playing it up any longer. This was a long time coming. He could do whatever he wanted with her, to her. She had no say anymore. She was giving herself willingly as she ran her hands over his skin. He felt a path of warmth behind her hands. One hand pushed her toward him, not caring of the state she was in, while the other one slipped up the bottom of her nightgown and roughly slapped her bottom beneath it now exposed.
He grunted in reply to her words, not liking the idea of talking during sex. She had plenty of other things to do with her mouth now then to talk.
"Take off your nightgown," he finally ordered in a demanding voice.