He snorts, rolls his hips to press into her belly over and over, but never once gives her any relief inside, doesn't pull himself back to hover over the dildo. Not once.

One hand glides down her shoulder, rakes nails along her ribs, over each groove, until he slides down to where the dildo is still slotted inside her. A thumb presses against it, pushes it down against her again and again as he snarls.

"Yeah? What'll you pay for this kinda bargain?"

Maybe that soul of hers. He sounds more like a grim reaper here, breath ragged and voice low, than a man of the cloth. Then again, with all this heat curled between them it's honestly no wonder it's like this.

"Kara...Kara..."