[Her nerves are so wired with arousal that his teeth drawing blood doesn't even register as painful, just another bright spark of warmth down her spine that settles in her groin. But it does make her clamp down again, less momentary this time, muscles tight around him for a few thrusts before they ease. The sound she makes is almost incredulous as it adds more resistance to his movement, but doesn't stop the barbs steadily dragging into and out of her.

She needs to do something with her hands, and they run over his shoulders and through his hair aimlessly, before one eventually settles on gripping a cat ear, nails digging in, and the other trails down his face, past his missing eye, over his scars, and towards where his mouth is on her skin.]