She had asked him for it, she knew, but she still gasped when he thrust deeply into her. It was almost like she was seeing another, darker part of him and she was intrigued by it. She'd had her own dark side since his 'death' and she knew he had to have one. She might have known her brother and father had died, but he'd been their for their father's death. You couldn't just survive something like that whole.At least she didn't think so.

She dragged her nails across his back, digging them more into his skin than she would by merely scratching him. She wanted him to feel it.

And then, because she had an impish urge, she murmured a "good boy" and patted his ass. She was likely to get in trouble for it, but this time it would be the fun kind of trouble.