[ She has trouble reaching all of the parts of his mouth she would like to all at once (mainly because of the sheer size of it), biting and nipping and licking at the inside of it — but when she tastes blood, his blood, Rey recoils slightly.
...And then kisses him ferociously, redoubling her efforts. There's a low, gutteral moan when she briefly pulls away, lips swollen and kiss-bitten as he presses up against her; she can feel how wet and aching she is through her clothes. His fingers are in her hair and digging in where it's swept up in its usual fashion, and she lets him tug on it, twisting her head in the direction he pleases as though she were a doll.
The noise she makes at that isn't solely pleasure or pain, but a heady mixture of both, her hands now scratching at his shoulders as they slip underneath the neck of his tunic. ]
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...And then kisses him ferociously, redoubling her efforts. There's a low, gutteral moan when she briefly pulls away, lips swollen and kiss-bitten as he presses up against her; she can feel how wet and aching she is through her clothes. His fingers are in her hair and digging in where it's swept up in its usual fashion, and she lets him tug on it, twisting her head in the direction he pleases as though she were a doll.
The noise she makes at that isn't solely pleasure or pain, but a heady mixture of both, her hands now scratching at his shoulders as they slip underneath the neck of his tunic. ]