With an invitation like that, how can a Fellow refuse? Sweeney tilts his hand and shoves his middle two fingers in her without preface. He hooks them and tugs her closer with a hiss in her ear. The proxy of them sends fresh want coursing through him.

In the wake, he stills. At least mostly. His thumb strokes her, slow and meticulous in contrast to the bursts of aggression. Sweeney want to feel her twitch around him, and he's willing to wait to have it.