She's died and found the afterlife for repressed hedonists she never knew existed. It was the only sensible explanation as to why she felt this damn good. Angel buried her face against his neck, failing to muffle the sound of need she couldn't keep behind her teeth. Nipping the tendon in his neck - she couldn't resist the urge to taste him - she soothed the bite with kisses. She preferred to punctuate the moments of pain with pleasure and she wouldn't risk marking him in any way that hinted at how they'd spent the weekend. The idea of either of their reputations at risk, because she'd lost control in her quest to taste all of him, was not at all appealing. She'd been too good for too long to see her reputation ruined over something that belonged to the two of them alone. She wanted him, but she needed her good name.

Finding an appropriate rejoinder was temporarily impossible as she fell apart for him. She was so sensitive after last night and this morning's activity, but she wasn't about to stop him. At some point, she would return to the real world where her company would be her own hands and the memory of how much she preferred his. She wasn't fool enough to deprive herself now. "Absolutely Insatiable." She observed when she caught her breath, but which of them she was teasing was up for interpretation. "I could guess at a few of the things that make that list." She offered belatedly, too pleased at the moment to mind him robbing her of words. Turning partially in his arms, she trailed a hand along his thigh, taking her time to reach her goal. "This, perhaps?" She offered with a teasing smile as she took him in hand. Keeping her eyes on his, she bent at the waist to give him a series of kisses in the wake of her fingers. She had every intention of pulling them both out of bed, but reciprocity was essential (and other ridiculous things she told herself to excuse the urge to have him a third time). He could give her a respectable tour later.

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