“It’s not going to happen.” She locked her legs behind his back and leaned away to look at him. “I told you that nicely and you haven’t heard me. I’m not indulging you kink, Petya.”
Pietro sighed. “Yes, but you want it to happen,” he said, grinning and shaking his head. ”Fine…pick a place that we can fuck,” he said, biting down on her neck again.
Her eyes rolled and she shuddered in his arms again as he bit her. “I came … I came down to get the mail,” she said, a bit breathlessly. “So you can just carry me right back up to my apartment.”