It's a treat as far as she is concerned - because she never had this much time to touch. Getting a guys shirt off properly and not just half undone, definitely is a treat. Dropping them over her shoulder along with her (Rhys') shirt. But there's something there to soothe his pride even if she is otherwise more in control.

Because her mouth is immediately on his neck and shoulders the second his shirt is gone. Oh, hell, he's so handsome. The tattoos, the strength in his body, his muscles hard under her fingers as she laps blood off his skin with drags of her lips, though it only smears more blood as she goes on his bare skin. It occupies her most of all as an incentive when he pulls her in. Yeah. Sitting, right. Knees. She's careful where she puts him. She hasn't asked, and he hadn't volunteered the information, but whatever was up, she didn't want to hurt unintentionally.

Planned on hurting him very intentionally, in just the right way.

So for right now, she makes sure to nestle them either side of his hips. Close as they could be as she settled her weight into his lap, and she's - turned on enough, right now, that it pulses up her body with just that bit of friction when they press together that she moans into his skin as she drapes against him. "Fuck, you make me so hot."