You like to bend for me.

[Her eyelids flutter, lashes long where they frame the blue of her eyes, and she's quiet a minute as she simply soaks in the sensation of the way he touches her.

There's something left to do, though, before she can let them fall into the pleasure of losing themselves in each other, and she tilts her gaze up to watch him softly.]

I need your words this time, my heart. I want to share with you the catharsis we both need, after tonight, but you need to let go of all the things you kept behind your mask all night, first.