Anna gasped. She moaned, pressing down on him. His hands moving over her body were like a fire of a completely different kind. She could feel Hell on him, in his touch, and she didn't mind it. It was like when people said they like to bleed to know they were alive. Same concept. His fire hurt, but it wasn't a bad hurt.
And the way he looked at her, the way he touched her... he was giving her what she needed. The more he gave it to her, the better she felt, the more her confidence returned. She still hurt. She was still completely at his mercy, but she was starting to really respond.
His hand on her clit made her actually growl. She was grinding down against his hand, moving at her own pace now, making him follow her. Anna pressed her forehead to his, trying to catch the breath that she didn't need. She was close, very close, and she needed more of this somehow. "Harder..."