Merope wanted to touch him even more than she was but she knew a bit better not to be too eager for touch. "Why would you...do this for me?" Merope lowered her hands and pressed them against his stomach, clutching the fabric there. God, she was such a coward, unable to push him off, knowing he might not be exactly good for her.
Slut.
Her muscles were tense, she was feeling bad and in her high sensitivity, she let out a sharp gasp from his lips, bending her body to whatever his will was,"You think I'm a whore..." She mumbled just barely enough for him to hear her.