A low, soft hum of satisfaction echoed in her throat as she glanced up at him again and absolutely reveled in the way he responded to her. He was all that mattered, her entire world narrowed to their room, their bed, him and just how damned beautiful he was when he let himself go like that.
Was this what he felt like, when he drove her wild with those teasing touches and whispers?
She liked it.
Tessa had to bite back a moan of her own when he said her name like that, and the "please" made her actually shudder. Gods, she didn't know how that was possible, how he could make her body react just by asking for her touch, but she wasn't really of a mind to question it.
Unable to help herself from teasing just a bit longer, she lifted her head with a final, slow lick before she began kissing her way back up along the curve of his hip to his stomach, then his chest, his shoulder, his collar, his throat, until finally she reached his lips. She'd moved to straddle his hips as she climbed up his body, and when she broke from the kiss to rest her brow against his she gave a little rock forward with her hips to press against him.
"Toby," she whispered, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she bit her lip. "I need you." She kissed him again, threading her fingers through his hair. "I need you inside me." She whimpered against his mouth; it was a double-edged sword, this kind of tempting and teasing, but she couldn't seem to help herself. "I need you so much it aches." She meant it--but as much as her own body begged for him, she wanted to just bask in this moment, in this playfulness and love.
She wanted to bait the wolf.
"Toby--" Another kiss, another rock of her hips. Her skin positively burned wherever they touched, and her voice choked off. Oh gods, I can't believe I'm about to do this... She took a shaky breath and tried again, "Tobias Slate." Her cheeks flushed deeper as she brought her mouth to his ear and coaxed in a soft, trembling murmur, "I need you to fuck me."