Natasha's head tips forward, hair falling around her face as she hisses softly, her mouth falling open to reveal fangs. Her hips press back against him, swivel, looking for more friction. More contact.

Just more. She pictures throwing him in the bed and climbing on top of him. Pushing him against the wall and wrapping herself around him entirely. Guiding him down to the floor so his mouth could explore what his fingers were now.

Her hand on his urges him as her tongue passes over her lips, wanting him to feel her wet and swelling.