Feyre whimpered as he bent her over, roughly tugging down her pants and immediately beginning to tease her. There was no fighting it of course, even if she was incredibly ashamed of how quickly he managed to make her body respond. It only took a few moments of teasing and rubbing before one finger slid in, probing the wetness.
Eyes squeezed shut, Feyre hiding her face against the table, fists clenched tightly. Her cheeks were bright red and she couldn’t suppress the soft gasp as the finger withdrew and he slammed into her. Teeth caught her lower lip. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of any more sounds. Not when he was turning her own body against her.