Natasha feels balanced on the edge of a knife, her mind blank, ready to tip forward into something passionate, or violent, or both, but momentarily poised in a perilous stillness. Every inch of her body is tense, sensitized and ready for his touch. Nipples peaked, and clit visible and hot.

The touch of metal is cool, but warming from their body heat, a pleasant shock that draws a shudder out of her.

She's not sure how long she can last before it all comes crashing down and she's taking him, but for an agonizing moment longer, Natasha allows his exploration.