His fingers continued their purposely exploration, finding no cloth barrier between his fingers and his intended target. He let his fingers just graze over her slowly, never dipping into that wet heat, never applying enough pressure to be satisfying. He might be picking up the pace, but he certainly wasn’t taking this slow.

Then her teeth sank into his throat and he moaned, feeling the bruise blossom beneath her lips, his cock throbbing hard beneath his clothes. His hand jerked - fingers dipping between her folds - and Damn but she was wet.

It was almost enough to make him rethink his torturous promise.

“Ah, you love it when we’re cruel...” he murmured, his fingers getting slick as they worked against her, but never firmly enough to satisfy.

“I think we should pick you up, pin you to the bed and then let Finn’s mouth work alongside my fingers, hmm? Or perhaps he wants to just kneel right here, a proper worshipper of our only goddess...”