She gave a loud groan - dangerous here, as any noise might attract attention of the many-fanged kind - that ended in a curse. It was hard to reconcile the desire to be in control at all times with the toe-curling pleasure Jackson was able to impart with his clever hands and lips, and he knew it was a daily battle for her to allow this vulnerability in front of him.

"You make it hard to hold any leveraging power when you're down there," she told him , her voice thick and heavy with arousal. "Though I do like you on your knees..."