A powerful jolt rips through me when his finger toys at my entrance. I arch a little, mostly just my back lifting slightly and my head falling back. I want more. His touch is too teasing. And he knows it.

I'm laid bare beneath him, spread and ready. And I ache for him. No, ache isn't the right word. There's no hurt here, no pain of longing for something I may or may not have.

I crave him. I know what he wants, and I want it too. I know we'll both get what we want tonight, so there's no real ache, just... impatient longing. Need. Lust.

Maybe more than lust...

"Are you going to knot me?" I finally ask. opening up a bit. I know what he is, sort of. I know what he's capable of anyway. And I love what he can do to me.

I figure he'll do it anyway, wants that, from the way he's acting. But I want to hear it.