Her own body. That means she can't blame a shade for her growing arousal. Shit.
Kainé lowers her leg to the ground so she stands properly. Her body is creaming, caught between fury and something deeper, hotter, more unbearable. She feels his tongue against hers, the closeness of their bodies against each other, and it only makes the fire inside turn worse. It pisses her off, yet she can't - she won't - do anything about it.
Her fingers tighten in his hair, getting tangled in the strands. She bites down on his lip, hard enough to hurt but not enough to break skin. She feels herself slipping—losing control, losing herself in him. That’s when she forces herself to break away, dragging in a ragged breath that does nothing to clear her head. Her chest is rising and falling too fast, her legs feel like they’re barely holding her up, and fuck, she still wants more.
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Kainé lowers her leg to the ground so she stands properly. Her body is creaming, caught between fury and something deeper, hotter, more unbearable. She feels his tongue against hers, the closeness of their bodies against each other, and it only makes the fire inside turn worse. It pisses her off, yet she can't - she won't - do anything about it.
Her fingers tighten in his hair, getting tangled in the strands. She bites down on his lip, hard enough to hurt but not enough to break skin. She feels herself slipping—losing control, losing herself in him. That’s when she forces herself to break away, dragging in a ragged breath that does nothing to clear her head. Her chest is rising and falling too fast, her legs feel like they’re barely holding her up, and fuck, she still wants more.
"I can’t — damn it, I can’t fucking think."