Oh yes. Hyacinthe quite liked random tugging. And not so random. Especially when it meant that the pretty girl beneath him was close. But he needed her more than close. He needed her there.

"Come for me, Xan," he murmured in her ear. "I want to see you lose it. I want to feel you come on my cock, cherie. Elua, you're already so wet and tight, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it."

He yearned into her, barely pulling out before slamming back into her, leaving gentleness behind, nearly mindless with the pleasure of just being inside of her.