He liked that reaction, and rubbed a little harder, tilting his head to let her bite his pale throat.

Her words earned her a disbelieving look. "Don't be... silly," he said, shaking his head. His mind was clearing, but it was hard to talk with his breaths coming so fast and his own orgasm spiralling closer. "I don't... want you to go without. I want you to feel me, too."

He frowned faintly. Did Birkin let her go without? He'd have words with him if that were the case.