Edgeworth hadn't noticed the tension building in his body until the nightmare's gentle acquiescence began to make it ease. He stilled in response to the kisses, content to fall back into the heady realm of anticipation.

This time when the Corinthian's adept fingers found their target, Edgeworth forced himself to hold back, so that the only reaction he gave was his body's own involuntary response.

"'Let' you?" he said, the touch of sarcasm only marginally lessened by the breathless, strained quality of his voice. "If I'm still able to squirm, then you're not doing a very effective job of restraining me, are you?"