This was perhaps the only circumstance in which Rogue actually enjoyed being confined in any way. Feeling his arms pressing against her, knowing that he was doing it to keep her safe and prolong her enjoyment, just sent a thrill through her rather than sparking fear.

She was trembling almost violently as he strengthened his efforts, each swipe of his tongue sending her closer to the edge. There were tears in her eyes now, because it was perfect and everything she had hoped it would be, and there was so much to feel. And then he used his teeth in just the right way and she stiffened, a strangled gasp coming out of her.

"Oh, lord," she breathed, reaching down with one hand to find his arm that held her, clutching at his as she clutched at the blanket. "Steve. Steve, please, I can't-- Please, please--" She was begging, the words tumbling out hurriedly as she pleaded with him not to stop, but to give her more, to end her sweet suffering and hold her while she fell apart.