Not a kiss. A consumption — his mouth taking hers completely, his tongue pressing forward past her teeth before she could close them, the full, deliberate invasion of a demon who kisses the way he does everything else: with the unhurried certainty that he will not be stopped.
SLRRRP—
Her eyes rolled.
Her hands came up to push against his chest and found his chest and did not push.
Her fingers curled.
His tongue found hers.
SLRRRP— SLRRRP—
The wet, obscene sound of it mixing with the waterfall noise, her muffled cry absorbed into his mouth, her small body pulled against him through the water while behind him Rika was still processing the insignia's activation with her tongue out and her eyes rolled and her thick body shaking.
He threw Rika.
