The word on her tongue makes him swoon. There's no way to resist the impulse when she's insisting like that. His restraint yields, and his strokes return to their eagerness, quickly escalating as he wills her to align him so he can have her.

His focus brings his cheek to her temple; looking at her eyes is too distracting. It leaves him shallowly panting against her ear, and he swallows, trying to steady his breath.

Please, please, please.