Deliberately struggles, watching him through the lashes of her almost-closed eyes to see the effect she’s having on him. Writhes like an artful eel. Begs like a captive. Slippery, a skin of sweat on her, hers or his, her dank hair across her face, across his mouth, every night. Imprisoned. Her skin where he’s licked her shines like satin. It can’t go on.
