[And of course he gives her that third finger, stroking it in deep without taking his eyes off her face, enthralled at the sight above him, still such a strange angle and yet everything else is so familiar, the scent and the taste of her clouding his brain. The hand on her ass is gripping so tightly that she'd almost certainly have bruises if she didn't heal so fast, and then it's that same hoarse whisper that he knows drives her wild, mouth close enough to her clit that his breath slides over it:]

I wish you could see yourself right now, how much you want this— [His fingers curl and he gently slides his tongue around her clit before pulling away again] Someday I'm going to keep you like this, just like this, as long as I...possibly...can...