[There's an edge to the smile he's giving you, one that's all sorts of crooked and mischievous. You've done so much in the direction of bringing him back to somewhere better: he could spent a lifetime telling you the full extent of it.

He lets this go on, taking his sweet time, controlling the pace for the both of you. This is deliberate, of course. It'll be fun, after all, to see which one of you ends up caving first.

Then, once more, against your ear:]

I want this in me again. Deeper, this time. [His lips now, with a hint of teeth, against that spot that connects your jawline to your neck.] In a way that lets your mouth cover the ink on my back. [A second nip to your ear, followed by a statement that's spoken in an even lower whisper.] I'll try not to be too loud.