She would say they have a good balance, though she enjoys letting go of her control, when he's her lord and she lets him envelope her, make her his in whatever way he chooses.

There's a low rumble of laughter deep in her throat, giving a good, strong roll of her hips and continuing the motion in a slow, languid circle. "Playing with fire, am I?" she asks, letting her fingers lace with his.

"And if I want you to make me burn?"