And he can take anything she gives. Her restrained willingness is actually kind of sweet, and his lips curve in an appreciative smile against her skin.

At some point he picks his head up and takes his hands off her body just long enough to tug his t-shirt over his head and toss it aside. His torso is tattoo-free, but the dark ink creeps up in random swirls and designs over his pale shoulders. Sort of a testament to his tolerance for pain.

He grabs her waist a little more aggressively, walking her backwards further into the room. And he bends to press his lips against hers in a hungry kiss that despite his appearance still has a hint of tenderness to it.