Ray'ven scowled up at him, but there was no heat behind it. "Perhaps you should have been more gentle then. It's not as though I've ever, ever been with an actual man before." She couldn't really count Garvet. Her cheeks were blazing as he pulled her back up. She couldn't even meet his gaze with how flustered she felt.
"Rough is all I know. Did you want me to be gentle by telling you to ride me and take control?" He was bold. His entire life he wanted nothing more than to bring peace to those who were constantly stepped on by the rich, and now that he was so close to bridging the gap between social status, he was thinking about after. He was thinking about her. Them.
