It was interesting wanting to come and wanting to punch him all at the same time because hitting him was exactly what she was thinking about at the moment as he took her further, closer to the edge, before pulling her back again.

It was all consuming, washing away the ability to think as the physical took over once more, leaving her breathless and panting, sometimes whining, as she yanked at his hair. She pulled him closer and then she was trying to pull his head back, her eyes dark and stormy as she glared at him again. "I swear to God, Peter..."