It was not hard to divert his attention from her breast to her mouth, and he returned the kiss with a passion edging on desperation. Determination. He was still angry - he was going to be angry until he found whoever or whatever had threatened his wife - and it made him deepen the kiss with a greater force than he normally would, his finger beginning to move inside her, thrusting deep with promise.

He stepped closer, taking some of her weight on his chest again, sliding his free hand under a thigh to try to edge her up to balance on his hips. He pictured himself holding her up, thighs spread with Finn below her, lapping at her, before they carried her back to the bed to ravish her completely.

But before that--

"How many times do you think we can make you come before you beg us to stop?" He whispered roughly against her mouth when he pulled his lips a hairs breadth from hers - just to gulp in some air.