The slight touch of her tongue had him groaning in pure pleasure, and squirming when she stopped. "Styx, you're cruel." he panted. If this was winter he'd have long pinned her down to have what he was craving, but it wasn't and he kept repeating that until he kept still. He'd never force her, but if she stopped now, he was pretty sure he'd explode from sheer need. Don't stop. Please."