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Orson Krennic ([personal profile] themaninwhite) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2017-02-07 07:40 am (UTC)

The way Jyn had reacted while he was touching and kissing and biting her only spurred him on. It was certainly encouraging, certainly affected him, as well. Her first mutter of the word 'fuck' was lovely and arousing, as was the way her body shuddered and trembled, and all those sounds she was making. Krennic wanted to swallow them all, to devour her and truly claim her for his own, and his own only. In that moment she was only his, no one else's, and it fed his selfish pride.

Still, the way he felt when his mouth was on her skin and she reacted so heatedly was perhaps not quite as intense as when she answered his question. Hearing that she wanted him that badly and that she wanted him to take her hard and rough was almost too much. How easy it would have been to give in then and take her, to forget that he wanted to have her begging for it. Surely it was evident on his expression just how much he wanted her, and wanted to do to her exactly as she said. Fortunately he caught himself and controlled himself, letting his forehead drop briefly to rest on her shoulder. A silent smirk shook his own shoulders before he raised his head again and looked down at her. Already he was a far cry from his usual pristine, completely put-together self. Krennic leaned down suddenly and kissed her fiercely, demanding, indulging in her for a moment - he could pass it off later as rewarding her for her words, of course.

Oh fuck, indeed.

"Soon, darling," he told her, his low, roughened voice full of promise, "if you continue to do as you are told."

One last pleased chuckle, then he was moving away from her, down her body. Her knickers and garters were still on but he didn't yet remove them. Instead, without giving her warning, he took hold of her thighs and pulled her down forcefully, until her legs hung over the side of the bed. He knelt there on the ground between her legs, parting them, admiring the view though still enveloped in material as it was. He looked up at her darkly. "Are you wet for me yet?" Once he touched her there, ran his hand over her damp mound lightly, teasing, experimentally... he could feel just how wet she was. Leaning in, he pressed his face, his nose against her, breathing her scent in. Delicious. But instead of moving her panties aside, he licked a slow, wet stripe over her through the material, hands holding her legs down to keep her steady. He slipped his fingers beneath the seam of her underwear, but did not yet slide them down. "Ask me, Jyn Erso," he commanded instead, his voice like a growl. "I want you to beg for me to touch you, to fuck you with my fingers and my tongue." As if to remind her, to taunt her, he licked and mouthed over her again, so that her underwear was soaked from her own wetness and his tongue.

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