”I thought — aaah — I th-thought this was supposed,” she had to stop and just keen for a long moment, rocking hips into his hand, “to be what you wanted. God, Victor.” She tried to push up on her elbows to watch him, but failed utterly, pleasure arcing her back, hands splaying to sink into the coverlets. “Please …” she hissed, hardly even aware of what she was saying.