"I want to feel you," he hisses out, winding tighter and tighter about the reaper, "to hear you. I want to make you come, darling, over and over until all you can think of is me."

His chest is heaving now with the effort of their fucking, and there's a fire deep in him that's winding tighter and tighter as Mattheiu writhes against him. "Want to make you mine."