The was an exclamation of surprise as he had the audacity to grab her firmly by the hips and tug her downward upon him. The fact that it had more or less been in her original agenda was beside the point. This was not the exact manner in which she intended for it to happen. The sound, however, was a bizarre mixture of: a snarl of rage, a shout of surprise, an excited and anticipatory tremble and a rather aggressive groan. There was no single word for the sound she made, and Enyo herself would never have been able to quantify it.
Though, considering all of those emotions were coursing through her at once with varying degrees in intensity depending on what she was doing, what she was seeing, what she was touching or being touched.... it sort of made sense.
Rather than fight him, why bother at this point, she let the remainder of her weight sit down of her own accord, but bracing her position with her legs. She was going to cut him. Where was her blade? She was going to cut him and feel his arrogant blood on her skin. It would please her and excite her and then, given her current position, she may as well take that pleasure while she was at it. He had all but threatened to fuck her, hadn't he?
And she had warned him she would wreck him, didn't she?
Given her divine proclivities it was no hassle for a small knife to appear in her hand. Enyo rocked her hips twice, smiled wickedly and leaned forward enough to press her left palm to the dirt beside his head. “I am going to cut you,” she said in a manner that implied fact. “You are going to bleed. You... may not enjoy it,” she all but purred that out and pressed the point against his cheek. “But I can assure you that I will.”