already, it's so much she both can't muster a response and can't figure out if she wants to - every touch is like fire on her skin. not flamescion's fire, but pure, unfiltered pleasure that's somehow so unbearably overwhelming yet not enough. when she's pinned, she screams again, kicking and thrashing and uttering a series of curses in russian, but all the strength's gone from her body and every movement she makes against stelle just makes it all worse -
- and then the kiss. the kiss. it's more than everything else, yet still not satisfying outside of the love and safety radiating from it, that alone almost makes her want to melt into it despite the danger her brain is telling her she's in. ]
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already, it's so much she both can't muster a response and can't figure out if she wants to - every touch is like fire on her skin. not flamescion's fire, but pure, unfiltered pleasure that's somehow so unbearably overwhelming yet not enough. when she's pinned, she screams again, kicking and thrashing and uttering a series of curses in russian, but all the strength's gone from her body and every movement she makes against stelle just makes it all worse -
- and then the kiss. the kiss. it's more than everything else, yet still not satisfying outside of the love and safety radiating from it, that alone almost makes her want to melt into it despite the danger her brain is telling her she's in. ]