[Connor will find that moving his tongue in a figure eight overs her the perfect balance of stimulant and need. Each one warring for control over her as he devours her.

Her hips rise against his fingers, moving faster than he intended in greedy eager thrusts as soft mewling pleas fall from her lips. He's driving her insane. All thought and reason has drifted away, slipping through her fingers like sand. All that's left is fire, need and him. Connor has become her world and has complete command over her.]

No more. [She gasps, her thighs trembling from the pent up energy.] I need you inside of me.

Fuck me.