This is about to get either better or worse for Jekyll. "Yes?" she murmurs, lips parted and her pupils a fat ravenous black. Noisy. His breath, his blood, the beat of his fool heart. A story she's been inside before.

A tug pulls her skirt from beneath his warm palm, letting him grab onto bare flesh except for the line of her panties digging in. A slight shift pushes her ass out and grinds onto his dick. "Yes?"