[ Her reply doesn't come immediately, in part due to the fact that some of her anger has been washed away by the wave of pleasure. It's not exactly how she intended to release said anger but it's just as well. For all intents and purposes it's certainly the safest way it could have happened. ]

You surprise me sometimes, Dameron. [ is what she ends up remarking, still a little breathless. She shifts her weight to one hand as the other moves to push her hair back from her face, eyes opening to look down at him, and there's a certain amount of curiosity in her gaze. Genuine curiosity, even if it might be the sort that often precedes taking things apart to find out how they tick.

Her hand goes to his throat, fingers brushing over the marks blooming from her grip, and a pleased smile crosses her face. Yes, she supposed to an extent she was happy, for the moment.

Kylo climbs off of him and off the table, standing beside it while she straightens her clothes. She's not settled, not entirely, but she's at least not likely to murder the next person she sees.

A glance back to him — and to his neck — and she can't help but smirk. ]

Might be time to put a collar on that neck of yours. At least when I don't have my hands wrapped around it.