[ But she's just the type that likes a little pushback. That's half the point, isn't it? That's the reason why predators prefer live prey. And when his hands find her hips, one of her hands is wrapping around his wrist, dragging him in towards her with gravity as her accomplice as she sinks back against the mattress, all that wild hair spread out over the covers. ]

It can be both. [ Her voice is low to match his, those dark eyes glinting with something between mischief and amusement as she looks up at him. ] Besides, I thought you were into the teasing.

[ It's unfair — how easy the movement is for her when she flips them both over so that she's on top. She's not even breathless from it when she goes on, looking down to give his now liberated dick a meaningful glance: ]

If you're not, then what's that thing nudging up against my fucking leg?