[He lets his tongue roam her mouth, playing against hers as he drank in every hitch of breath and sound coaxed out by his fingers down below. Shrike was already so wet from taking his cock, and he wanted to keep her roused.

His lips leave hers, with some reluctance, drawing back as he let his teeth gaze over her bottom lip. Enough to make her miss him. Then he smiles, and backs himself so he was between her legs.]

You deserve... more.