"Please," Peter said. "Yours. All yours." It was impossible to imagine anyone else being able to inspire such feelings, touching these parts of him that he hadn't even known had existed. How could he deny her claim on him when it was exactly what he wanted in return?

He whimpered, moaned at just the right pitch for the powerful lips at his neck. It was sending flurries of good things up and down him where the sensitive spot was brought to such a tender point before finally allowed to rest with the idea that she had just left something of herself with him. His eyes were half-lidded now, listless with comfort, and he practically radiated satisfaction.