That was control. And she wasn't in pain. Well, except for painful arousal.
Yeah, yeah, she was yipping at the dragon with her pathetic little smacks. She knew that. She gasped hard as he shoved his fingers deeper, tightening harder around him.
But she was getting her way, so not complaining. Zoe pulled out of the kiss to gasp out a ragged breath, shivering in anticipation. "Want you," she whimpered, writhing against his hand. "Please Nik."