[ It really does taste so good. That sour-sweet, sticky-sharp, bittersweet tang of his desire, shot through with something almost metallic - desperation and frustration and the embarrassing delight of finally giving in to temptation. And yet, somehow, it still doesn't taste even half as good as it feels - the weight of his body pressing her into bed, the desperate force of him driving into her with no consideration for anything else, the way his teeth scrape over her skin and leave bruises behind.

If she'd known he was going to be such a beast, maybe she would've tried to push him over the edge a little sooner. ]

You really are trying to eat me, aren't you? [ Of course, going by her voice and the way her arms tighten around him, she entirely approves. Her head tips back, leaving even more of her throat exposed and her voice spilling out of her in a way that's beyond undignified. ] That's fine with me - you're the one who caught me, so - ah - so I'm yours to enjoy as muuuuch as you want...!

[ Of course, they both know perfectly well that she's the one who caught him. But she doesn't mind being the prey for once when it feels this good. ]