Marius writhes beneath him and Rat doesn't dare stop. He relishes the line of pleasure and pain that Marius straddles, his nails a little too tight, making marks in his skin. The sharpness of it feels so good and Rat's amazed to find his arousal flaring up again. He's known, of course, that this body can do that but to know it and to feel it are two entirely different things. Moaning, he continues to scatter love bites over Marius.

Shifting his fingers, Rat adds a third, slowing his movement only a little as he curves them upward, teases at every sensitive place he's ever found on a woman.

Quickly, spurred on by Marius' desperation, Rat hurries down his body, all strawberries-and-cream luscious and pale, with wet kisses. He slides his thumb away only to replace it with a broad, flat stroke of his tongue.