[ With the taste of his skin on her tongue and his scent surrounding her, she's not sure if she's ever wanted anyone, anything more. Frustration over the clothing situation has been tempered for the moment by finally being able to do what she wanted to from almost the moment she picked up on his scent. Kylo presses her face against his skin, nuzzling where neck and shoulder meet as she breathes him in deep. Her whole body tries to press closer to him, needy and hungry for contact. For anything. Everything.
Desire is thrumming through her but there's a louder beat in her blood as she loses herself in his scent. He's hers. This omega is hers, she wants it and he wants it and words have been said but she needs to do more.
Her nuzzling stops so she can nip at his skin, delicate almost. She drags her tongue over the spot just a touch higher, tasting, before she bites him properly, teeth pressing firm against his skin.
Claim, keep, mine. it's a litany in her head, beating in time with her heart as she lingers at his neck. She could break the skin but she doesn't, just barely, although how she has any measure of control over herself at the moment she doesn't know. Instinct is all she could attribute it to. Her instincts know what to do even if Kylo never dared to think she might truly claim someone as her own some day.
And while she's busy sliding her tongue and lips over the fresh mark on his neck, those instincts are reminding her of what else they both need. Her hands resume pulling at any and all clothing within reach, tearing without care as if the cloth that confines them was mere paper. Being enhanced by the Force came in handy sometimes. ]
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Desire is thrumming through her but there's a louder beat in her blood as she loses herself in his scent. He's hers. This omega is hers, she wants it and he wants it and words have been said but she needs to do more.
Her nuzzling stops so she can nip at his skin, delicate almost. She drags her tongue over the spot just a touch higher, tasting, before she bites him properly, teeth pressing firm against his skin.
Claim, keep, mine. it's a litany in her head, beating in time with her heart as she lingers at his neck. She could break the skin but she doesn't, just barely, although how she has any measure of control over herself at the moment she doesn't know. Instinct is all she could attribute it to. Her instincts know what to do even if Kylo never dared to think she might truly claim someone as her own some day.
And while she's busy sliding her tongue and lips over the fresh mark on his neck, those instincts are reminding her of what else they both need. Her hands resume pulling at any and all clothing within reach, tearing without care as if the cloth that confines them was mere paper. Being enhanced by the Force came in handy sometimes. ]