The fact that she swore probably more than he did was one of the things he liked about her, and he couldn't help the smile at that rough-edged curse, and the demand just sent the smile spreading further, all teeth and nearly-feral, just making another one of those low sounds in his throat, the kind that rumbled deep in his chest.

His fingers tightened against her hip, pinning her in place as he withdrew, just a little before rocking forward again, burying a groan in her hair as he sunk fully into her, giving his hips a little jolting movement once he'd done so, both to rub against her already tender clit but also to prove that he had no further he could go.