The most disappointing thing Hyacinthe had discovered about this time was how gross other men were. They all needed Elua, like, immediately.

But yes, he made no bones about the fact that he would enjoy whatever Xanthippe did to him, but more than anything else, he wanted her to feel comfortable. To learn what she liked to do and see and touch. To discover what kinds of reactions she could elicit, so she could create them deliberately.

Like the soft moan he gave when his nipples hardened under her thumb and the way the muscles in his abs jumped at her touch. "See this, cherie?" he asked, gesturing at himself. "You are in control here. With every caress, your power grows, see?"