She doesn’t have time to process this newfound aspect of her sexuality before he flips them over. She attempts to move up onto her elbows but he pushes her down with one hand, his fingers splaying across the small of her back. She lets out an anticipatory gasp, arching her back to give him the perfect angle. She soon realizes that Fenrir has a talent for finding the spots where skin stretches most taut against bone. She knows her hips will be bruised. 