It would not. But it would delight her to no end to find out firsthand the effect that she's having on him. He can see, feel, and experience exactly what he's doing to her, after all, it would only be fair. Even though she glared at him, she still obeyed the command to lie back, keep still. She could be compliant to his demands without losing herself in the process, and it's clear in her tone that she means exactly what she's said.
Of course he was amused, Jyn didn't expect anything less. The more she fought and denied her attraction, her particular cravings, the more pleased he'd be. But if she had anything more to say, the words died on the tip of her tongue in the moment that he shifted positions and hovered over the top of her, and watched her with that look in his eyes. Instead, her breath caught in her throat as she wondered just what he'd have in store for her first. They had the whole night, after all. (Not that one night would give them ample opportunity to delve into everything they'd hinted at via text, but it would have to be enough.)
Jyn wanted, and she wanted so powerfully that she felt ashamed for wanting so much, and from Krennic, of all people. And then, before she knew it, he was touching her again, and she was helpless to resist from arching into his hand, gasping out sharply when the surprisingly tender touches suddenly turned pointed, shocking her into muttering a husky "Oh, fuck". Jyn barely had any time at all to catch her breath before his mouth was upon her, and she couldn't hold her long, loud, pleased moan at bay even if she tried. The addition of teeth only had her shuddering in response, wishing for some sense of relief for the ever-growing ache between her thighs. He'd make her wait for that, she knew, and she groaned, barely refraining from screwing her eyes shut and pressing her head into the lush pillows, wanting nothing more than to watch every second of his teasing.
It was frustrating, not being skin to skin, but then, that was part of the fun, wasn't it? Torturing her mercilessly, until he was satisfied that she was practically drowning in her desire? But it was hard to voice her thoughts on the matter when he was so thoroughly rendering her all the more breathless with each kiss, and nibble, and suckle of sensitive skin. "Yes", she gasped, struggling to keep some of her ever dwindling composure. It didn't help when he sounded like that, as though it was getting harder and harder to control himself as well, the way he laughed, the hair in his face. Another time, another place, another partner, she'd reach up to brush it away, and she'd do it fondly, but as of yet, she hadn't been given permission to touch. Still, it made the sight so much better, the way he was slowly coming undone, for her, because of her. "I think", she started, taking a stuttering breath. "You'll find a way to claim me no matter what you do. But I want - I w - want ... I want you to fuck me hard, I want to feel it for days afterward, I want to come until I can't come anymore and I want to scream and I want - o - oh, I want ... you."
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Of course he was amused, Jyn didn't expect anything less. The more she fought and denied her attraction, her particular cravings, the more pleased he'd be. But if she had anything more to say, the words died on the tip of her tongue in the moment that he shifted positions and hovered over the top of her, and watched her with that look in his eyes. Instead, her breath caught in her throat as she wondered just what he'd have in store for her first. They had the whole night, after all. (Not that one night would give them ample opportunity to delve into everything they'd hinted at via text, but it would have to be enough.)
Jyn wanted, and she wanted so powerfully that she felt ashamed for wanting so much, and from Krennic, of all people. And then, before she knew it, he was touching her again, and she was helpless to resist from arching into his hand, gasping out sharply when the surprisingly tender touches suddenly turned pointed, shocking her into muttering a husky "Oh, fuck". Jyn barely had any time at all to catch her breath before his mouth was upon her, and she couldn't hold her long, loud, pleased moan at bay even if she tried. The addition of teeth only had her shuddering in response, wishing for some sense of relief for the ever-growing ache between her thighs. He'd make her wait for that, she knew, and she groaned, barely refraining from screwing her eyes shut and pressing her head into the lush pillows, wanting nothing more than to watch every second of his teasing.
It was frustrating, not being skin to skin, but then, that was part of the fun, wasn't it? Torturing her mercilessly, until he was satisfied that she was practically drowning in her desire? But it was hard to voice her thoughts on the matter when he was so thoroughly rendering her all the more breathless with each kiss, and nibble, and suckle of sensitive skin. "Yes", she gasped, struggling to keep some of her ever dwindling composure. It didn't help when he sounded like that, as though it was getting harder and harder to control himself as well, the way he laughed, the hair in his face. Another time, another place, another partner, she'd reach up to brush it away, and she'd do it fondly, but as of yet, she hadn't been given permission to touch. Still, it made the sight so much better, the way he was slowly coming undone, for her, because of her. "I think", she started, taking a stuttering breath. "You'll find a way to claim me no matter what you do. But I want - I w - want ... I want you to fuck me hard, I want to feel it for days afterward, I want to come until I can't come anymore and I want to scream and I want - o - oh, I want ... you."
Oh, fuck.