Smile. Kiss. "I seem to be having trouble with the 'stop kissing you' stage of this plan."

Kiss. "I can see how that would be tricky." She considers this for a moment, then lets go of him and scoots a little ways away on the bed and folds her hands in her lap like a pupil at a lesson.

"I love you," he says, grinning at her. "Mmm. Do you want me to—tell you what I'm thinking—"

"Absolutely."

"It was very enjoyable when you cried on me," he says. "And before they started, when you were - not scared, exactly, but anticipating... I liked that very much."

She bites her lower lip and shivers.

"I liked watching them hurt you. I liked watching them fuck you. The look in Maran's eyes when he had a knife to your throat was incredible. I love the sounds you make when you're in pain."

"It was him who went first, right?"

"Yeah."

"Go on."

He pulls his shirt off, disentangles himself from blankets and trousers. "I want you," he says. "I don't think about it much, because I don't like fighting myself over it, but you are stunningly gorgeous and I really want to fuck you. When I was watching them gang-rape you I thought about what it would feel like to join in."

"Oh," she breathes, watching him intently.

"I wanted to touch you. I wanted to feel those cuts and burns, I wanted to taste your blood. I could fuck you more times in a row than all of them combined. I wanted to. I wanted to fuck you for hours." He shivers. "I want to get you off, too. I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you and touch you and watch your face when you come."

"That sounds wonderful."

He smiles.

"You're so lovely, so beautiful, I love that you let me watch you be gang-raped, I love that you let me hold you afterward - do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you cry - I like, I like watching you feel things..."

"Having you hold me was so good," she murmurs breathily. Her hands are clasped together very tightly now, possibly to prevent her from doing anything with them she shouldn't. She is definitely feeling some things.

"I love you," he breathes. "I love you, I want you, you're so fucking beautiful, you're amazing, I—I want—want to hurt you—want to fuck you for hours—feel you come with my cock inside you—feel you shaking in my arms—love you, want you, love you—"

He comes with a breathless shuddering moan.

"Serik if you don't tell me it's a terrible idea in the next five seconds my hand is going down my skirt."

He grins at her.

"I want to hear what you're thinking—"

Her hand goes down her skirt. She bites her lip and squirms. "Fuck I want you," she breathes. "I want you in me so bad, please please please tell me you're working on the thing with bad habits want you so much I can wait I can but please not forever--"

"You won't have to wait forever."

"Oh good," she whimpers. "Oh fuck I want you, fuck, the look on your face, the way you want me--the way you, you want me--passion not just bare lust--please--I want to stroke you off and then climb in your lap and ride you--I want to make violent love to you in a mutual flurry of teeth and fingernails and bruising grip--"

"I love you so much."

She whimpers. "Love you, love you, want you--fuck, your face when you come, it's glorious--"

"Mmmmmmmm."