Sweeney shivers at her touch, at the electricity of welts caressed just so. His grin widens.

"Good." He gives a curt grind of his hips against hers, his fingertips digging deeper the second go round.

"'Cause I'm plannin' fer ya to at least a few more times b'fore ya leave."

His body is already considering it, his bristling about Dorian not hurting its case for why he should take her again. She's craved. Needed. Worthy.