Her back arches into his touch, pushing into his hand with a sharp cry as he finally comes. The tension is still there though, the frantic and desperate energy and she lifted her head up to look at him. He doesn't want to stop, neither does she but she can feel his control slipping away. She needs to show him, show him everything he can be.

Her hands are softer now, the wild edge worn away as she slid her palm against his cheek and opened her eyes to look into his. Her lips parted, tongue running across his bottom lip as she kissed him slower now but deeper. More feeling, less hurt and desperate need and instead just quiet, powerful desire.

She wanted him, his strength, his control. She wanted him to keep doing this and never stop but she also wanted him to understand that he was capable of more, that she was too. They could be hard, they were weapons but they deserved this too.

"Kaine," Cass murmured, sucking in a ragged breath as she brushed her fingertips through the short bristles of his hair before placing her hands against his shoulders. She used him, his strength to lift herself up and hold just the tip of his cock at her entrance before she slid slowly down. Slower now, deeper but no less bruising than before.