[ He pulls on her hair and her eyelashes flutter, breath caught in her chest. Her ghost hand lingers atop his for a second, then brushes her hair over one shoulder before disappearing again. It's taken a while, but she now has almost complete control over it (the sole exception being unspeakable rage, in which case it is still prone to throwing things).
The arch in her back is so sharp that it hurts a bit, in the best way, and that reflects in her eyes, dark and keen like she might be able to consume him entirely with them. Resting on her heels, she fulfills the second part of his request, reaches down to where he has made a mess of her twice now, left everything slick and tender. It's more for him than for her, though, because she gets off far more on the power she gets out of controlling his pleasure. That focus is evident in her every move, every flick of her wrist and glance up at his face, the obscene noises that she makes absolutely no effort to muffle. A faint blush colors her cheeks again, makes her face feel hot.
That confidence that Geralt feels when he picks up a sword? Yeah, this is that moment for her. ]
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The arch in her back is so sharp that it hurts a bit, in the best way, and that reflects in her eyes, dark and keen like she might be able to consume him entirely with them. Resting on her heels, she fulfills the second part of his request, reaches down to where he has made a mess of her twice now, left everything slick and tender. It's more for him than for her, though, because she gets off far more on the power she gets out of controlling his pleasure. That focus is evident in her every move, every flick of her wrist and glance up at his face, the obscene noises that she makes absolutely no effort to muffle. A faint blush colors her cheeks again, makes her face feel hot.
That confidence that Geralt feels when he picks up a sword? Yeah, this is that moment for her. ]