Oh, he was close and even in the midst of sex, his eyes were still as sharp as ever. “Those eyes suit you…” Madara whispers, pulling back when she pushes him but his hips were still thrusting into her but then his hands pinned hers down over her head, not letting them move. “And who do you think you are to command me…?” His voice was low and menacing, not liking at all that she dared give him an order. The Uchiha’s mouth was on hers, silencing her, as his thrusts were hard and deep, her own womanhood growing wetter with the friction.