[ Hei leans in to try and snag her lower-lip between his teeth, to force more heat and pressure into the kiss. But she's already slipped away. It's like trying to catch wind with a net. The lower she goes, the shallower his breathing gets, racing, sipping inhales as her lips leave imprints of sensation that spread out from their origin and dissipate over his flesh, leaving a wake of tingles. He keeps his eyes half-shut, the ceiling colorful smears of light and shadow above him while the impatience flares and burns, climbing from his groin to his chest, tightening in his throat. ]
[ The most he can hope is that she'll take the southward route to the inevitable destination. ]
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[ The most he can hope is that she'll take the southward route to the inevitable destination. ]