[Neither did she, but maybe she's still riding that wave from earlier, and maybe he'd teased her just a little too much that the only thing that coil could do was finally snap. The combination of the heat, the vines, the rattling of the chains as she struggled and shook, and everything about him is a dangerous one, mixing into this wicked cocktail that she was all too happy and eager to drink up.
She does flush at his comment—if such a thing is even possible anymore—and averts her eyes away, just a touch embarrassed that she had unfolded so quickly. She thought she'd have more control, more restraint, the ability to stand fast against his wolfish wiles that she loves so much, but...
He found a way to unravel her before she could get a grip on it.]
... Not my fault.
[It's a breathless accusation, her chest heaving, her muscles still quivering as she slowly comes back down from it... and if she had her hands, she'd no doubt be bringing a pillow to her face to hide. Instead, she settles for burying it into her shoulder.]
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She does flush at his comment—if such a thing is even possible anymore—and averts her eyes away, just a touch embarrassed that she had unfolded so quickly. She thought she'd have more control, more restraint, the ability to stand fast against his wolfish wiles that she loves so much, but...
He found a way to unravel her before she could get a grip on it.]
... Not my fault.
[It's a breathless accusation, her chest heaving, her muscles still quivering as she slowly comes back down from it... and if she had her hands, she'd no doubt be bringing a pillow to her face to hide. Instead, she settles for burying it into her shoulder.]