Her eyes open, surprised at the talons, then fall closed again as they move against her. Right there. Pain and pleasure, mingling and mixing in the right degree. She moans her approval, tensing slightly in the moment he pauses, breath almost catching at the threat, the delicate balance.

Her hands continue to rove, slipping between cheeks to tease at him, testing again. Some men dislike such play though her instincts say he's not one of them. She nips back at his lip with an impish smile, tongue flicking out to tease at his lower lip.