"... begging with your eyes filled with tears, your back arched to its peak that I fuck you senseless."
Excitement,
Desire,
Yearn,
And crazed lust coursed through her veins, her blood pumped faster, her stomach sank, and even her breaths came out steadily.
She had no idea what to say to that but her body and mind urged her to take him up on it:
Beg to be fucked senseless.
She could do that, she wanted to do that. She wanted him to do all the things he wanted to with her and that thought scared her because she had never felt anything even slightly akin to this for anyone else and these feelings, these emotions, it was shrewdly dangerous.
Annalise didn't mind, he was Nicolás, and despite how a logical part of her was trying to remind her that this wasn't a typical marriage and he wasn't good for her, telling her that he was a fire that could consume her, she still wanted to douse herself in his flame.
She wanted to get burnt,
I want you,