“Every inch of you is mine.” Then those two fingers slipped inside her so slowly it hurt. She wined as he pulled them out, and back in again, each time pressing further inside her. “Do you understand?” He asked. Maeve nodded. Unable to form any sound other than a small moan. “Good girl,” said Mal as he pulled his fingers away from her and lowered his mouth to where they had just been. She pushed herself towards him. “Greedy little thing,” he said as he pressed a kiss against her thigh.
