[Adorable, maybe, but kind of uncomfortable, although not in a necessarily bad way. It wasn't like Gabriel hadn't fucked a woman who felt like her skin was on fire when she got good and worked up, which was hell on cold flesh. A god of fire having a low body temperature- was that what eventually tipped her off?
...Claws. Claws in his hipbone. And her swallowing and teasing him, and fuck. He tensed, gritting his teeth. Jinx is here, not Kali. And no matter what one might say about goddesses and age and wisdom and all that BS, Jinx had her beat. For one thing, she was hurting him in a way that didn't make it feel like she was trying to break him in two over her knees. He'd forgotten what that felt like- what a dominance struggle could be like when it was just two friendly animals nipping at each other, instead of two predators tearing each other's throats out as they jam their fingers into-
Hello.
That had been what he was expecting- he'd been prepared to spread his legs and start seeing how long it would take him before those claws of hers could actually make him flinch. This? Unexpected, but fantastic. He bucked slowly against her- well, tried to be slow about it, but she was driving him absolutely mental. He moved his hands to come to rest on her hips and dug his (sadly dulled, although considering her marks didn't heal, this was probably a good thing) fingernails as hard as he could manage without tearing chunks out of her. If she wasn't quiet, then the entire London Philharmonic wouldn't be able to drown out the level of obscenities, moaning, and incomprehensible sex-babble coming out of his mouth as she pulled out and then dipped back down again. He arched his back again, writing like a man possessed and dug harder into her hips as if he was holding her in position.
Well, he hoped Trauma and Claudio were okay with going out tonight.]
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...Claws. Claws in his hipbone. And her swallowing and teasing him, and fuck. He tensed, gritting his teeth. Jinx is here, not Kali. And no matter what one might say about goddesses and age and wisdom and all that BS, Jinx had her beat. For one thing, she was hurting him in a way that didn't make it feel like she was trying to break him in two over her knees. He'd forgotten what that felt like- what a dominance struggle could be like when it was just two friendly animals nipping at each other, instead of two predators tearing each other's throats out as they jam their fingers into-
Hello.
That had been what he was expecting- he'd been prepared to spread his legs and start seeing how long it would take him before those claws of hers could actually make him flinch. This? Unexpected, but fantastic. He bucked slowly against her- well, tried to be slow about it, but she was driving him absolutely mental. He moved his hands to come to rest on her hips and dug his (sadly dulled, although considering her marks didn't heal, this was probably a good thing) fingernails as hard as he could manage without tearing chunks out of her. If she wasn't quiet, then the entire London Philharmonic wouldn't be able to drown out the level of obscenities, moaning, and incomprehensible sex-babble coming out of his mouth as she pulled out and then dipped back down again. He arched his back again, writing like a man possessed and dug harder into her hips as if he was holding her in position.
Well, he hoped Trauma and Claudio were okay with going out tonight.]