"Is this the focus you wanted?" Sol muttered against her skin, his hands kneading her breasts, his calloused palms rubbing against her nipples until they were hard as stones.
"I can't... I can't breathe when you do that," she sobbed, her hips never slowing their hypnotic, grinding dance. "It's like... you're taking the air right out of my lungs. More. Do it more."
And from what he had obsereved until now, he knew that Kira wasn't a girl looking for a gentle touch. She was a hunter who had found a predator she couldn't outrun, and she was revelling in the surrender. She leaned in, her mouth finding his, and they locked together in a fierce, saliva-heavy struggle.
…
They exchanged breaths and fluids with a desperate, messy urgency. Sol sucked her tongue into his mouth, drinking her moans, while Kira bit at his lips, her feline canines drawing the copper-tang of his blood. Of course, he wans't going to be outdone and kissed and sucked her juciy lips.
