"More than fair," Hyacinthe crooned, reaching for her. His fingertips brushed over her chest, following the slope of one pretty, perfect breast. "Besides, I like it when you're feeling bold enough to tell me what to do. Be it talk dirty, give you a kiss, kneel before you and lick the juncture of your thighs until you're soft and wet and yearning for more than my mouth...How I dream of the day you ride my face against the mattress, absorbed by your pleasure alone."