[The second he squeezes her arm, her fingers pull back, and she gives him room to breathe even as her hands stroke up against the sides of his face, unwilling to pull away entirely. She'd honestly been about to pull back, even if he hadn't squeezed her arm; she didn't actually want to push him into unconsciousness, but there's something about that edge of it. Something about the way his body trembled and twitched, struggled for breath as he arched against her and god if it wasn't lovely, didn't leave her breathless.
She doesn't pull away, watches him to be sure he's okay, that curl of a smile on her lips as she leans close, blue eyes still dark with desire. There's always been something about being given that sort of control, someone that lets her wrap fingers around their throat take away their control and trusts in hers. Having someone trust her like this is an aphrodisiac she can't deny or play down, it cuts through her and while it doesn't take away her control, it does affect her. He affects her, and that's dangerous in all the wrong ways. Part of her almost wants to kiss him, but she doesn't. Instead, she just watches him, soft in the aftermath of it.]
How do you feel? [Her fingers a soft touch against the line of his jaw.]
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She doesn't pull away, watches him to be sure he's okay, that curl of a smile on her lips as she leans close, blue eyes still dark with desire. There's always been something about being given that sort of control, someone that lets her wrap fingers around their throat take away their control and trusts in hers. Having someone trust her like this is an aphrodisiac she can't deny or play down, it cuts through her and while it doesn't take away her control, it does affect her. He affects her, and that's dangerous in all the wrong ways. Part of her almost wants to kiss him, but she doesn't. Instead, she just watches him, soft in the aftermath of it.]
How do you feel? [Her fingers a soft touch against the line of his jaw.]