"I…I…Please, gods…I…I need…" She's panting, her words coming out in hoarse whispers, confined by the thin tent walls.
He stops moving, poised just against her entrance. He knows it's wicked, but enjoys tormenting her.
"Yes, milady knight," he asks as he smirks down at her. "You need something?"
She wiggles beneath him, a low moan escaping her as she tries in vain to make him move again. "I…I can't-"
"Sure you can," he says. "Tell me what you need." His eyes look deep into hers, dark with passion. "Tell me."
She looks away, her mask coming back up to shield her emotions. "I don't have to do this," she says, still not looking at him. "There are plenty of others I can go to."
"Then leave." He says it simply, shifting as if to move from her. "I'm sure we're all interchangeable."
She grabs his shoulders, a soft "No" sighing from her lips. "No," this one's more forceful, "they can't give me what you can. They can't give me what I need." She rocks her hips up and he hisses at the sensation.
He thrusts into her, slow and deep, and she arches against him. "What" another slow thrust "do" another "you" another, this one eliciting a soft whimper "need?" He sinks into her fully, as deep as he can, and holds still, taking her chin in his hands, making her look at him.
She's silent for a long moment, defiance in her glare, before finally spitting out "you" as if the word were venom. Then her eyes soften, and her tone changes. "I need only you."
"That's what I thought," he says before claiming her lips and taking them both over the edge.
Later, he lies facing her, watching her sleep. "Please don't run away from this," he whispers to her, knowing she can't hear him. "I need you, too. Too much." He then blows the candle out and closes his eyes to sleep, failing to see the smile that appears on her lips.