He could come like this, he knew. He could come so easily. He was already close, the sweet sparks of pleasure coalescing at the base of his spine. He imagined himself shooting hot and slick against the back of her throat, twitched and let out a hard whine, tugging at her hair. He didn't even know for sure what he wanted - except he wanted to see her on him, over him.

And maybe he did want to feel her hands on his wrists again.

"Please, Lily... Stop. Stop."