Page 225 of Psycho Pack

His eyes tell me to be gentle.

He thinks I'd hurt her.

But I wouldn't.

Not in a bad way.

Only in the way Ivy likes.

My nature is to be gentle with her.

To treat her carefully.

Like she's made of glass.

She makes me less afraid.

Makes me think I won't break her.

I can be rough if she likes it.

If she wants it.

Lick her upper back again.

Trace her shoulderblade.

Up onto the crook of her neck.

Taste her jugular vein.

Feel her pulse.

Pulse thrums against my tongue.

Quickens as I press against her hole.

She's so tight.

Too tight.

Don't know if this is possible.

She whimpers again.

Grinds against me.

"Please," she gasps.

Don't know how this works.

How to do what she wants.

Instincts are leading me.

Thane is sinking into her.

She cries out, her legs spreading.