Molly couldn't help the sounds she was making anymore, and her body writhed against him, soft moans and gasps passing her lips as she arched into his hand. Her eyes fluttered closed, though she could not help but hear the faint growl that still lingered in his mind.
She echoed that sound, almost unconsciously, and her hands moved to grip him, nails digging into his back. He wanted her. She wanted him. There was no way around that, and she needed more. "Please..." She murmured, her body rocking into his touch, his mouth.