[ Her scream pierces the room's awful somnolence, breaking its steamy spell. Korra's nails send shocks of pain through him, leave his skin raw and burning in the hot shower-spray. Hei exhales a noise into her mouth, voice ragged and dark with open hunger. Drives into her with force, a deep rolling fuck, biting at her lips and tongue, jouncing her body hard up against the cool tiles. His movements, unlike usually, are almost uncontrolled. With the water rolling off them, wet slaps of skin on skin, his mouth gasping into hers, he feels almost like he's swimming in her. Or drowning. The erratic quality would be unnerving. But the feeling of being helpless against his desire, against the heat and slippery flexion of her body, is much more terrifying. ]
[ Not that it stops him. Crushed between his torso and tiles, her sex fluttering around him, he feeds her rapid, punishing thrusts, letting her body be battered by his, ridden by his, as he draws the air from her mouth in gulping kisses, over and over. ]
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[ Not that it stops him. Crushed between his torso and tiles, her sex fluttering around him, he feeds her rapid, punishing thrusts, letting her body be battered by his, ridden by his, as he draws the air from her mouth in gulping kisses, over and over. ]