And here's the next one. Really short, but it's the reason for the rating going up.

She half-expected him to be in her room when she went upstairs some time later; she took the chance to shower quickly. Caden wished the cold water had done some good, but it did little to distract her. She still felt the need, the ache between her legs becoming more and more unbearable.

Last night had sated her, but only for so long.

She tossed on underwear, the lacy kind she had never gotten to wear, and an old tee shirt that came mid-thigh. It was coming off anyway, what the hell did it matter?

She opened the door and found Scabior sitting on the edge of the other side of the bed, boots kicked off, jacket on one of the posters of the bed. His back was to her. She crawled across the bed, putting her arms around his shoulders and sucking at his neck.

"Was wonderin' where you were. Bad 'abit, you 'idin' from me."

She gave a moan as a reply, busying herself with his scarf and vest. He protested as she was about to toss the scarf on the floor, tucking it under the pillows of the bed. He had intentions with it.

He had pulled away from her and joined her on the bed, dominating her mouth, pressing his body onto hers as his tongue massaged hers, earning a few moans from her. He ran a calloused hand up her calf, up her thigh, stopping when it reached the hem of the shirt. He pulled it up over her head. Thinking it only fair, she removed his shirt as well.

"Beautiful," he murmured into her mouth, trailing his lips down her neck, over her collar bone to her breasts.

He kissed the tender flesh, sucking one and kneading the other with his warm hand. He bit down just so, resulting in a gasp escaping her lips. He switched, his other hand tracing her side and the lower line of her panties, teasing her inner thigh. He rubbed her through the thin fabric, her hips bucking against his, wanting more.

He chuckled, tugging on the fabric and pulling it down her legs, tossing it behind him. Caden's hand worked his belt, pushing his pants down just enough to give her access. He kicked them off the rest of the way.

Scabior hissed as her fingers danced across his member, teasing him, stroking him. She gripped him, beginning a rhythm. He entered her with two fingers, keeping the same pace.

Her breathing became faster, and the way she almost begged for him to enter her again told him she was close. He removed his fingers, and she released her grip on him.

She moaned as he kissed her again, positioning himself at her entrance, feeling her warmth already. He thrust in all the once, her body arching up and a loud gasp escaping her lips. He pulled out and entered her again, keeping her lips close to his, nipping at him. His pace was agonizingly slow, on purpose, teasing her.

Caden gave a low hiss of frustration that turned into a gasp of pleasure as he picked up his pace, thrusting harder. He bumped her cervix occasionally, causing her to bite his lip in reply.

She twisted her leg around his, giving her leverage to flip him onto his back. She placed her hands on his chest and continued the pace, lowering herself onto him. He was content with the sight, to be certain, her lips parted, eyes closed. He bit his lip as he tried to hold on to his release as long as he could.

Eventually, he felt the need to control the pace again, hold her hips and watch her writhe beneath him. He grabbed her hips and raised his upper body; she wrapped her legs around his torso as her back met the bed again.

She felt the familiar pressure in her lower stomach building up, and began moaning louder and more frequently.

"Say my name, Caden." He grunted, kissing her quickly as he thrust faster, harder, feeling his own release building.

"Scabior," she murmured, nipping his ear, arching against him.

"Louder." A thrust, another gasp.

"Scabior," she moaned, more volume than before.

"Not loud enough." He gritted his teeth, wanting to hear her scream before his peak.

He thrust a final time, and she cried out of his name, followed by a few loud moans as she came, her walls tightening around him. He grunted, releasing within her.

He withdrew, and she untangled her legs from his waist, curling up on her side.

Her fingers trailed along his torso, nails grazing his skin occasionally. "Again," she whispered. "Again, again, again…" Her lips found warm skin, teasing him.

"That what you said to 'im?"

"Mmm. We had more than one round, if that's what you mean. He was good."

Scabior growled, rolling on top of her and pulling the scarf from where he hid it. "Time to put this to good use. You won't be sayin' that for much longer."