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Vex let out a choked sound, not sure how to really respond to Summer’s words. They weren’t close, barely knew each other, and who in their right bloody mind would trust somebody in that regard when they’d only just met? Snickering slightly, he purred the words, “Never woulda expected to ‘ear that from a pretty thing like you.”

Vex smiled darkly against the Empath’s throat, switching it around so that he was holding her wrists in only one of his hands, the other arm curling around her to support her weight as she started to slack in his arms. He could tell that she was slipping, that she was starting to enjoy it more than she could resist it. Chuckling harshly as he pulled his mouth away from her for the moment, he asked, “Oh what? Losing your resolve already, Cupcake?”  Before she could argue, he placed another harsh bite into her flesh, this time against the crook of her shoulder.

That one wasn’t so strong, through the fabric of her shirt, and though his fingers were long, he wasn’t enough bigger than she was to hold both her wrists for long. She twisted one wrist free, laying that hand against the back of his neck. Her breathing was still hard, rasping slightly in her throat. “You can’t possibly make me lose my resolve.” Challenge on challenge. “Especially not just by biting me.”

The Mesmer growled lightly against the woman’s shoulder as he felt her twist one of her wrists free, placing a hand on the back of his neck. He pulled back slightly, looking at her with an expectant gaze. “Oh, don’t you worry, m’dear, there’ll be much more than that,” he told her with a sharp tone, using the fact that one of his hands was free to bring it up to Summer’s hair, giving it a rough tug before forcibly leading her, by the hair, towards the nearby bedroom.

The sudden grip on her hair threw her right out of the sensual space, with a shock. “Not a leash! Not a leash,” she exclaimed, hastily grabbing the ponytail above his hand to ease the strain a little. “Hard line!” She couldn’t help, obviously, stumbling behind him on their way to the bedoom.