She could feel him pressing between her legs and there was a beat before he pushed inside of her that she knew this would be all she'd ever need. His initial thrust had her breaking the kiss to let out a cry that was definitely more animal than she'd been before.
"Yes." It was only the second time she'd felt him inside of her and he was impressive enough that even if it was her fiftieth, she would most likely have the same reaction. Water dripped down between their bodies as she felt his body jerk. She tried to tug at her hands, desperate to put them on his body, to scratch up that pristine skin until it held the red marks of the passion that was shooting through her so freely. Her whole body gave a jerk as he slammed inside again. Her toes curled and, while she continued to tug at her wrists and their invisible binds, she went back to kissing him, first biting his bottom lip and tugging lightly. Then harder.
The blood that pooled in the tub around them, and the accompanying weakness she started to feel was just an afterthought. She'd wanted Desmond for far to long to stop any of this. But she definitely could tell something was changing. In her lust, and the heat of the moment, she couldn't put the two things together. She hadn't even let her mind focus on the fact that he'd actually cut her thighs. None of it seemed to matter. Her heart raced almost as wildly as her thoughts, which didn't even make sense if she managed to think upon one.
The only real thing she could concentrate on was the way he felt buried deep inside of her body.. and the sweet scent of blood in the air.