[Her gasp is devoured by that kiss, the air drawn right out of her and into him as he bites down. Hard. It shocks her, the kiss lacking the amount of delicate tenderness behind it that she is used to, and just when she tries to pull back to question if he's alright, because even she knows that getting into character wouldn't mean going too far... he pulls back instead, leaving her lips red and swollen and throbbing.
And stares at her.
Like that.]
Eustace...?
[She can see something swimming in his gaze, though that isn't what makes her uneasy. It's that she can't figure out what it is. She wants to ask him if he is okay, or if perhaps the dreamscape is getting to him, or maybe the steam that looms thick and heavy in the room, but he's flipping her over without warning, his hands grappling at her chest, and when his lips lower to her shoulder...]
Eustace—
[It starts as a low whimper, her hips bucking when there's a sharp ache between her legs, but it travels up to where his teeth sink... deeper, and deeper...
Deep enough that, despite the pain awakening all sorts of things in her, she feels the warm trickle of blood.
And now she asks. Gently, the panic not yet setting in.]
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And stares at her.
Like that.]
Eustace...?
[She can see something swimming in his gaze, though that isn't what makes her uneasy. It's that she can't figure out what it is. She wants to ask him if he is okay, or if perhaps the dreamscape is getting to him, or maybe the steam that looms thick and heavy in the room, but he's flipping her over without warning, his hands grappling at her chest, and when his lips lower to her shoulder...]
Eustace—
[It starts as a low whimper, her hips bucking when there's a sharp ache between her legs, but it travels up to where his teeth sink... deeper, and deeper...
Deep enough that, despite the pain awakening all sorts of things in her, she feels the warm trickle of blood.
And now she asks. Gently, the panic not yet setting in.]
What's going on...?