[ She wraps herself around him, and it prods a live current at the base of Hei's spine. The kiss deepens, messily hot and hungry as he fits one hand completely across her throat, thumb against the soft point at the underside of her jaw. Her pulse is like a schoolyard skipping-rope, thrumming and jumping, a quiver of potential stumbling. It isn't the heartrate of a woman who flings herself into danger's path with a reckless frenzy. Instinct feeds him her fear. ]
[ Still, he doesn't stop. That's what BK201 does, he pushes and pushes -- with sly increments or crippling momentum. A snake coiling around its prey. He wants to know how long she'll hold out. How much she can take. ]
[ One hand trails down her throat, along her torso, palming the breast, the tender nipple rasping against his palm. He swirls his hand softly across it, a rough-warm friction to make the crinkled tip rise up tensely. The other hand rests firm at her windpipe. He keeps up the pressure, not relenting. Breaking the kiss to hover over her, lips almost touching, the glint in his eyes like sunstruck inky water. ]
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Date: 2014-11-14 12:39 am (UTC)[ Still, he doesn't stop. That's what BK201 does, he pushes and pushes -- with sly increments or crippling momentum. A snake coiling around its prey. He wants to know how long she'll hold out. How much she can take. ]
[ One hand trails down her throat, along her torso, palming the breast, the tender nipple rasping against his palm. He swirls his hand softly across it, a rough-warm friction to make the crinkled tip rise up tensely. The other hand rests firm at her windpipe. He keeps up the pressure, not relenting. Breaking the kiss to hover over her, lips almost touching, the glint in his eyes like sunstruck inky water. ]