[She takes a strange pleasure in the strength of his hand, the bruise blossoming beneath his fingers that will fade before his grip does. Gentle when required, sharp and voracious to meet an aim.]
[Just as headstrong, Saya's fingers stretch to brush along his length, much as she can reach while he holds her back. Her smile has an edge equally sharp as she draws her lips across his.] Are you not up to the challenge?
[Only recently has she uncoiled enough to truly enjoy having a lover and she means to take full advantage. No more quick trysts with time and inevitability bearing down on them; she wants to outlast the night. If he can manage it.]