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He put his face very close to hers. “No,” he said quietly, and then nipped her lower lip and got down from the bed. He picked up the bedsheet and rat-tailed it, then pulled it through the footboard in a loop and tied her kicking ankles so she couldn’t get her thighs together.
“You’re a jerk,” she pouted.
He sat down beside her, panting a little, and tickled at her chin with his claw. She twisted away in a huff, then turned back and snapped for him. He let her get her teeth into his forearm, smiling as he hissed in breath.
She eyed his erection hungrily, licking her lips. “Kane,” she began.
“No.”
“God, I hate you!”
“I’m crushed.” He leaned over her, offering himself, and she surged and bit, pulling a rumbling groan from the very heart of him. He lowered himself, curling around her and over her, keeping his chest and shoulders within easy reach of her mouth.
She closed her eyes, losing herself to the pleasure of his flesh’s resistance, to the heat and solidity of him, and the occasional metallic tang of his blood. She was aware, very vaguely, of his leg slipping over hers and his hand between their bodies, stroking himself. She couldn’t really complain; it felt so good to bite and there was so much of him that needed biting. His breath in her ear became shallow and harsh, and soon he was growling louder and louder, his hips grinding against her.
Then, all at once, he stopped. He went away and when he came back, he stayed away from her mouth, wiping at her lower body with a warm, wet towel and ignoring her pleas to come back and fuck her.
After that, he returned to his computer and put his back to her. She tried cajoling, begging and even threatening, but he didn’t turn around. He laughed once or twice, but otherwise ignored her.
Raven gradually lost interest in him and became more fascinated by the ceiling. It spun around above her, taking on different colors at its center if she stared long enough. Raven quieted, gazing up until she was lost to everything else but that.
She felt good.