Taranis's golden eyes darkened at her challenge. The sight of her raised rear, still leaking the thick white evidence of their first joining, and the way she swayed her hips in open invitation swelled the veins around his little dragon.
He had only moved forward when Evangeline continued, "My Lord. You are too gentle with me. I want you to do it harder."
Her deep sapphire-like blue eyes stared at Taranis in burning lust as she pleaded, "please treat me roughly."
It was a difficult request to fulfill for Taranis. He loved her too much to treat her roughly. Even the spankings he had done to her curves were careful to make sure the line between pleasure and pain must not cross.
Evangeline noticed the reluctance in Taranis's eyes. She pushed herself to a sitting position, turned around and wrapped her arms around Taranis.
"You are still such a softy, My Lord," she whispered, gently kissing him on the forehead. "How about it? If I don't like it, I will tell you to stop. Hmm?"
