[ The way he's holding onto her makes her think he might leave a bruise and that thought sends an additional spike of pleasure straight down her spine. Distantly she wants to test his limits, to push his limits and him and see just what he's capable of (in more than one way) but in the here and now she simply wants him to keep going.
She has no issue with meeting the violence of his kiss, biting his lip hard when she finally breaks from his mouth in favor of tilting her head back against the wall as her breaths come hard and heavy. Already she can feel a certain ache of soreness and it makes her groan. For a moment she's torn between wanting to tighten her legs around him and refraining from it so he has more room to thrust.
In the end she reflexively tightens around him, locking her ankles and her hands holding tight to his shoulders. Maybe she should be concerned about them having an accident in the shower but her mind is so far from that. Truthfully she has no idea if such a thing would trigger her precognition; danger on the field of battle and danger in the bedroom are such completely different things.
By the time she's on the verge of release she's definitely not thinking about anything but the feel of him inside her. She curses, loud and with feeling, when she's finally pushed over the edge, her back arching and nails digging in where she's holding on to him. ]
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She has no issue with meeting the violence of his kiss, biting his lip hard when she finally breaks from his mouth in favor of tilting her head back against the wall as her breaths come hard and heavy. Already she can feel a certain ache of soreness and it makes her groan. For a moment she's torn between wanting to tighten her legs around him and refraining from it so he has more room to thrust.
In the end she reflexively tightens around him, locking her ankles and her hands holding tight to his shoulders. Maybe she should be concerned about them having an accident in the shower but her mind is so far from that. Truthfully she has no idea if such a thing would trigger her precognition; danger on the field of battle and danger in the bedroom are such completely different things.
By the time she's on the verge of release she's definitely not thinking about anything but the feel of him inside her. She curses, loud and with feeling, when she's finally pushed over the edge, her back arching and nails digging in where she's holding on to him. ]