When she did things like that, for him, it satisfied some deep, dark, hungry part of him. It was the same part that liked seeing the vague fearful look in her eyes sometimes but that knew she stayed with him all the same, because she needed it.
"Not yet." He looked down at her, gorgeous, perfect, his hand running along the curves of her arse, as he thought about the hell she put him through on a regular basis, and how it was all definitely worth it.
His fingers slid down, between her legs and over her folds, caressing, teasing, even as his fingertips bit in just a little bit cruelly.
"No one else gets you like this, Mari," he said, his voice low. "Just me." His fingers slid inside her, thrusting gently for two to three strokes, before sliding back and teasing her arse.