Will smiled when Molly chided him, but it was heated and predatory as he looked up at her, fingers still pushing into her in a slow but steady rhythm. He licked his lips and sighed hotly, leaning to mouth at one of Molly's breasts again, dragging his tongue over her nipple.

"You like it when I swear," he said, his voice low and throaty with arousal, lips brushing her skin as he spoke. "I can feel it," he added, his fingers pressing deeper in punctuation.