[ He moaned, eyes feverish as she pressed her lips against his neck, branding him. Even if she didn't drink from him, he was hers. But with her back arched underneath his hands, her breasts pressed firmly into his chest, he shivered, caressing upward to capture, to contain, to imprint her shape deep in his memory. She was human and whole and Saya and Mai. The softness, the tempered steel...
It was all molded into the palm of his hand.
He gasped for breath as his muscles clenched, legs straining to stay standing and, for a brief moment, failing. He stood on the precipice, not wanting this to end, for Saya to leave, but not even Hei can stop the inevitable. One last push, and he will simply fall apart. ]