[With a smirk, he leans down, craning his neck down to brush his lips against hers. All the while his fingers continue their work inside her, pressing into her core, teasing her walls. He breaks away after a moment, and slows the movements of his fingers, his patience wearing thin.]

Do you want me, Euphemia? Do you want me inside? You're just about ready now, you've soaked my fingers thoroughly, love.