In spite of his determination to make his partner work for this, Edgeworth knew he wouldn't be able to restrain himself for too long, not at this rate. A quiet, muffled moan escaped him as the nightmare's pace increased. Warmth seemed to be enveloping his body, though that sweet friction only enveloped one part of it. Grasping for purchase, he tangled his fingers in the fabric that held his wrists, lifted one knee almost experimentally, then attempted to roll his hips again as if testing the nightmare's hold.

"Then I don't think you have any room to complain that I'm not the type to simply lay back and surrender to this sort of treatment."