Scratches, bites, Booker didn't mind them. His partner's enjoyment was his favorite part and if she showed him through clawing his back that was good. He liked linger red scratches or hickies. They only lasted seconds but they mattered while they did.

He went back to Occitan, his native tongue, with the occasional word of French slipping in here and there. Booker told her how beautiful she was, how good she felt clenching around him, and how much he missed this. Missed her.

At that bite he slid his hand lower and pressed his fingers against her clit. He circled slowly to add long drags of pleasure along with his cock thrusting into her.