She leans into his touch, her hands rising to her head. Her eyes fall close as she undoes the few pins, dragging her hands through her mouse brown hair as she shakes it loose.

"You carry me off to bed, like you're some great -- beast. And then you lay back, and let me stroke your belly?"

She looks down into his face, chewing on her lower lip. Her hips roll against his, the motion direct and unequivocal, and a tight little moan escapes her throat.