"When I talk?" He echoed, brow arched. "After all the times you've told me to keep my mouth shut."

He smiled slyly, arching beneath her and gripping her hips to urge her on.

Breathing steadily, he watched her move, something that had always been of particular interest to him. The way she fought, the way she fucked, her passion and commitment to everything she threw herself headlong into— he'd never witnessed anything like it, and knew he would never tire of watching her.