As she responded, Stryfe deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing against hers. Steadily it grew less coaxing and more demanding. He plunged his tongue within her mouth, kissing her senseless while he was steadily losing his own bearings. One hand was grabbing her hips, pulling her harder against him, wrapping her leg around his waist. He wanted to bite those lips, to draw a little blood and suck on those soft lips until she squirmed.
With a groan, he pushed himself off of her. The kissing equation was coming back to bite him in the ass. Chaste kisses only. Chaste, what was he a nun? He laid back on the bed and propped his head up on his hands, staring at the ceiling and batting the demon back down that wanted to rise up again. "So...was it good for you?" he teased, trying to lighten the tension.