[The sound in his throat in response to her whimper is a low, thrumming growl of sound, instinctive response to the sound of his lover, his mate, and her need. His teeth catch her tongue, brief, a light drag with no pressure and then he sucks, dragging his own tongue down hers as he traps hers in his mouth for the pull. His metal arm slips down around her more, catches tight around her waist and lifts her up and into him, dragging her body a few short inches over his until she's on her toes. Storms do wild things to his blood.
Being reminded he's alive and the overwhelming sensations of that do wild things to his blood.
And he would never want to do anything to rush her, to harm her, to frighten her - but desperation feeds him and its her desperation this time. There's nothing in him that can't answer that. But he tries. He tries to keep it soft still and his fingers curled on her don't dig so much as cradle and there's no violence in his kiss. He's been - a very very long time without her and his body hasn't forgotten the last night they spent together on earth and how tight and hot and needy she can be. But they're not there and this isn't then and he won't let himself -
but God. He can kiss her. He can kiss her until he loses his mind if she'll let him.]
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Being reminded he's alive and the overwhelming sensations of that do wild things to his blood.
And he would never want to do anything to rush her, to harm her, to frighten her - but desperation feeds him and its her desperation this time. There's nothing in him that can't answer that. But he tries. He tries to keep it soft still and his fingers curled on her don't dig so much as cradle and there's no violence in his kiss. He's been - a very very long time without her and his body hasn't forgotten the last night they spent together on earth and how tight and hot and needy she can be. But they're not there and this isn't then and he won't let himself -
but God. He can kiss her. He can kiss her until he loses his mind if she'll let him.]