The feeling of him push her back down on the bed made her heart skip a beat once more. His hands pressed up against her chest, lips moving back over her neck and shoulder he bit earlier. Alisa could not help but squirm under him more. She whispered for him to be a little rough, trying to reasure him she could handle him if he let loose despite any inexperiences.

Alisa was willing to submit to someone who impressed her, someone of equal or more power (money, strength, fighting skill wise) for once in her life. The submission and the thrill were getting her worked up, and he probably knew it.