Hook, Line and Sinker!

~> A small grin spreads across your face as a small whimper escapes her throat. Nipping at her neck and throat, you press your hips back up against her’s as you hands lets go on her in favor of a spot on her waist. Curling your fingertips around the hem of her shirt you give it a hard tug upwards.

You can't help but growl at him. Part of you wants to be vicious and stop him from what he's doing but another part of you wants this to happen. Your fins flutter in anger and inner confusion. You growl at him again when his nips get near your gills. You bring your hands up to his chest and give him a shove as a warning not to damage your gills. Once he tugs your shirt up you decide to finish the job and just fully take your shirt off, tossing it to the side. It's better then getting it ripped off.

~> You shiver at her touch, her hand was unbelievably cold against your skin and when she dug her clawed digits into your hip your cringed once more but had no objection when she pulled your hips closer to her’s. Moving your had that didn’t have hold of her hair you trace the outline of her shirt before sliding your own hand under it and digging your thumb into her side and parted your lips from her’s. Yanking on her hair again you force her to tilt her head to the side as you lean into the crook of her neck sinking your sharp fangs into it, causing a little blood to surface.

~> You squirm against his advances, pain is not your favorite thing to receive. The bite to your neck though, felt both good and bad at the same time. A little whimper managed to escape your throat, though after that you locked your jaw and refused to let any thing more out. You pressed your hips up against his a bit more and grind up against him. Both seeking some pleasure to get away from the pain and to distract him more from giving you any more pain. You sort of forgot to do anything with your hands so your hands stayed on his hips where your nails dug into his skin, drawing his blood up to the surface.

~> You cringed slightly as her fangs sliced through your lower lip, but had no objections as her tongue assaulted your mouth. In fact you did the same wrestling your tongue over her’s for a moment before invading her mouth with it, twirling and twisting all around it as you yanked on her locks again, pressing her harder up against the wall.

~> If he did not have a grip on your hair you might have pulled away from kissing him just to be mean. Since you obviously weren't going to be able to be a jerk like that, instead you let your hand that did not have a hold on his leg, fall to his waist and rest there. Your touch was gentle over his hip. Your hand snuck its way under his shirt, gently running up the side of his body. His skin felt wonderfully warm compared to your coldness. You stopped moving about half way up, just below his ribs. Then you move your hand back down to rest on his hip. Once your hand fully stopped on his hip you dug your sharp nails into his skin and pulled his hips closer to you.

~> You tried to pull your leg away, but it was no use her grip on your leg was too tight. Growling against her lips you reached up as you took hold of one of her braids and yanked on it. Trying to press her up against the wall. You weren’t about to let her get comfortable. No way. You bit down sharply on her lower lip, attempting to draw a little blood as she pushed the kiss deeper. 

~> Willingly, you let him push you around...for now. The little shit manages to pierce the skin of your lip, but that's no big deal. As soon as he lets go of your lip, you return the favor. Your sharp, fang-like teeth easily cut into the soft skin of his lip. You ran your tongue over his lip, tasting the blood that started to come up. After tasting his blood you quickly invaded his mouth with your tongue, not giving him the chance to accept or reject the action.