" She whimpered as he forced another helpless moan from her lips.
Moments later, he paused and raised his head, meeting her gaze across her recumbent form. "Did you say something?"
'N-no," she whispered, shuddering at the cessation of his caresses.
"Oh. My mistake. Shall I continue?"
Continue tormenting her, he meant. Still, how could she say no?
"Please, Jack."
"Please, what?"
Despite their intimacy, she felt her cheeks flush. "Y-you know."
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific."
She blushed and groaned. "Don't do this."
"Do what?"
"T-torment me."
"Is that what I'm doing? I thought I was pleasuring you."
"You are, but you're not letting me-"
"Letting you what?" he drawled in a devil's voice.
"God, I don't know how much more I can take."
His eyes darkened. "Oh, you can take more. A lot more. Then again, just say the words and I'll give you what you want. Tell me how much you need this from me. Tell me how much you love this from me. "

― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)