He'd been so concerned about losing control, and here was Harley with all her noises growing louder and happier, her body all wrapped up around his like she wanted every last bit he could give, even before his hand snuck to where it would make sure she unraveled properly - and likely in short order, too.

And as for Harley's hands, they were all over him now, back, sides, chest, arms, doing their level best to leave reddened welts behind. Anything she could reach was getting its share of her nails.