His joy rolls over her, sparking through her veins and sending shivers through her frame. She whines, rocking harder as nerves spike lightening from breasts to belly to groin.

Her teeth find his ear and tugs sharply, her voice comes rough, the words slow as she consciously translates from the Russian that wants to come out.
"Emcee, please." The words rumble with an almost-growl, "Fuck. Me."