Page 176 of Nyx

"Hair pulling?" I ask.

"Not in a violent, aggressive way," she answers, her eyes darting to mine before darting away just as quickly.

"Noted," I tell her, lifting my hand and curling a finger at her, urging her to take a step closer. "What else?"

"I would." She begins taking a few steps in my direction. "I would—"

Her words pause when I place my hands on her hips.

She looks down at me, her pupils wide, and a need that can't be mistaken on her beautiful face.

"You would...?"

"I would like to orgasm," she says quickly, as she straightens her back as if she feels like she might have to explain her reasoning.

"That's a given, Juliet," I whisper, my thumbs making circles on her shirt until it lifts high enough for me to make skin-on-skin contact.

That same sound we discussed earlier slips out once again, and I smile even wider.

"You said you didn't think I wanted you to be who you were when making love," she repeats. "Tell me why?"

"I'm now doubting I was right in my assumption," I tell her, lifting her shirt enough so I can press a simple kiss to her bare stomach.

"I'd like you to explain," she says, a shiver running through her body with my lips' contact.

"I'm a very vocal lover, Juliet."

"You are?"

I nod, letting my tongue sneak out and lick at her skin before giving her another light kiss.

She trembles under my attention.

"I'm going to tell you what I need, what I think you need, what I'm feeling. I'm going to tell you how much you please me, how good you make me feel," I say, looking up at her.

She lifts her hands and places them on my shoulders.

"You will?"

I nod. "I'm going to ask you what you want from me. I'm going to praise you for making me feel so good."

"You're so sure that I will," she whispers.

"I know you will, Juliet. I'm going to use words that I'd never say in front of you if we were just having a normal conversation."

"Like what? You're going to call me names?"

I shake my head. "I'd never disrespect you."

"I don't understand then," she says. "What are they?"

I shake my head. "Things I won't say while just having a conversation."

"This doesn't feel like a conversation."

"What does it feel like?"

"Foreplay," she whispers.