[What he's managed to learn about her aversions toward displays of affection will work in his favor -- not immediately, that simply isn't possible with the witch's curse pooled in her bloodstream. Something in the back of her head startles, reminds her that he's going to leave marks and he'll make sure she won't be able to hide them.
But the kiss is reciprocated with another firm tug of the key, the muscles in her throat tensing under his hands as she's quite immediately caught between the desire she can't control and the urge to fight out of his grip before he can get any further.
Maneuvering is next to impossible thanks to how he holds her, but she reaches forward to dig sharp nails into the softer meat of his bare torso to remind him that she's not going to make this easy for him even if she can't fully and consciously stop herself from wanting it.]
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But the kiss is reciprocated with another firm tug of the key, the muscles in her throat tensing under his hands as she's quite immediately caught between the desire she can't control and the urge to fight out of his grip before he can get any further.
Maneuvering is next to impossible thanks to how he holds her, but she reaches forward to dig sharp nails into the softer meat of his bare torso to remind him that she's not going to make this easy for him even if she can't fully and consciously stop herself from wanting it.]