She shudders again, leaning into the touch and groaning louder against his neck. She kisses the skin around it harder, almost a bite, and enough to leave a mark.

At his request, she pulls back and grins.

"I like a good fight," she tells him. "I like playfulness, hair pulling, scratching - all the good stuff. Other than that, I'm up for whatever you have planned."

She moves her hips down against him again. Harder.