He was writhing and panting beneath her, and while Natasha felt entirely in control and powerful, Clint was right in his belief that she would never abuse it. She had given him her full love and trust and that was not something she gave lightly. With each other they could be completely honest and exposed; no shame, no guilt, just honesty and understanding.

She could feel his muscles contracting against her hand and knew she was unravelling him, bit by bit. He wouldn’t last long at this rate, but she was enjoying having him entirely at her mercy and so turned on he was practically trembling.

“You do,” she replied, the words somewhere between a statement and a question. Giving his ear one last bite she made her way down his neck, lingering to flatten her tongue over his pulse point and relishing in how fast it fluttered. “How about this?” She proceeded to suck the skin into her mouth before letting go, not wanting to leave a mark there again. Instead she continued her trek downward to the hollow of his throat.