[ Kylo hums a little sound of content. Honestly, it's arousing to her. The restrained anger, the hate, the way he so clearly doesn't want her remotely close to him. The allure of what shouldn't be had and lines that shouldn't be crossed.

She savors it because eventually it will no longer exist. One way or another. Whether she breaks him or twists his mind or some combination, the time will come where hate may linger but there will be no heat behind it. Freedom will have no call because it will offer him nothing. In time the enslaved can learn to love their chains... or at least not recall how to exist without them.

When he makes that slight movement away she takes advantage, brushing her lips against the line of his neck, tasting salt and the water. Her fingers curl around him, giving a slow stroke as she lingers close. ]

So feisty. We really will have to keep that fire of yours alive. Nothing enjoyable for anyone about simply going through the motions.