[\ 'gentle' love tackles ]
Not so gently grasps the collar of his cloak, pressing her weight against him to throw him off balance and lay on him once safely on the floor. Without a moment to waste, she establishes a tight hold on the collar of his cloak and brings him in against her lips for a heated, desperate kiss. Every part of her screamed for him; every inch of skin in need of his touch.
With closed eyes, she parts her lips and presses her tongue against his mouth, pleading for entrance, starved for the taste that she'd been addicted to and, much to her dismay, deprived of for the last month. A hand slips over his shoulder and curves around his head, fingers grasping locks of unruly onyx, tugging lightly to gain his full attention -- as if she hadn't done so already.
"Open your mouth. Now." Breaking contact once, she hisses through her teeth and meets his gaze evenly with half-lidded eyes, voice laced with a sultry undertone.