[ How does he feel? He feels...euphoric. Ecstatic. As his lungs gulp in air, it's like he's reborn, or born for the first time - his brain fuzzy and pleasant and pleased, his limbs tingling with pleasure. He looks up in her eyes, and thinks, I love her - I am in love with her - and also, my God, I cannot trust this woman. There's cruelty in her, truly...Though there's something marvelous in her, too, something kind and responsible and serious. He squeezed, and she let go at once. She's so strange. ]
Insanely horny.
[ That comment is robbed of some of its vulgarity by the wry little quirk of his lips, the self-deprecating tilt of his eyebrows. That's not a request, or a demand, but a lament. He pushes his cheek against her hand, nuzzling her like a cat. ]
Desperate for more. Do you have a knife? You could cut me. Just a little.
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Insanely horny.
[ That comment is robbed of some of its vulgarity by the wry little quirk of his lips, the self-deprecating tilt of his eyebrows. That's not a request, or a demand, but a lament. He pushes his cheek against her hand, nuzzling her like a cat. ]
Desperate for more. Do you have a knife? You could cut me. Just a little.