He can see the goosepimples on her skin. His metal hand tightens in her hair, the sensations of her mouth on him beyond words. He's waited for this for a long time, and he wants to savor it, but if she keeps that up, he won't be able to.

He's still not going to stop her. It feels too good, too much.

His flesh hand runs over her back, and he cups a breast in his hand, gently pinching the nipple. He watches her with sleep lidded eyes, ready to bury himself inside her, wanting nothing more than to have her screaming in pleasure.