She has to admit, watching him touch himself lights her up in a way that she never thought it would. It's fascinating, and she can't turn away until he takes her hands.

Mary does as he asks and leans her head back as he puts his down on her chest. His teasing fingers send a shiver through her body. It's his metal hand that's on her ass and the flesh ones that move between her legs, but at this point she might not protest if it were reversed. She loves every part of him, and even the metal fingers feel good on her skin, because they belong to him.

She fights the temptation to run her fingers through his hair and suffices with just brushing at the tips of it. Instead, she leans down and kisses the top of his head, trying to anticipate where his hand is going next.