Stiva's never really been in love but this might be the closest he's ever gotten.

"Just look at you," he growls, clearly pleased, sliding on hand through Satine's hair and down her pale back as she positions herself so. "Such a good girl for me when you want to be."

He plucks at the string of her panties playfully, listening to it snap against her skin. "Well? What are you waiting for?" Put on a show for me.