Her time with Fenrir needed to come to an end. Even as she knelt on his bedroom floor on all fours while he thrust deliciously and painfully into her body from behind, she knew that she couldn't stay. It was tempting to forget about what was happening in the rest of the world to allow their debauchery to continue behind closed doors. She had had many lovers over the years that knew how to pluck the right notes from her body with a single touch. Fenrir had always been the best. Or, maybe just the most violent and passionate. She didn't always care for sweetness and tenderness in the bedroom.