[ Perhaps not in the carnivorous sense -- but that's up for debate. There's a wicked, crooked tilt to his lips as he tugs one of Korra's nipples between his teeth. Korra is delicious at this angle, really, the ambient light soft on her sleek, full figure, shadows dipping and curving over her, from the bursts of dark curls between her legs and under her arms to the shiningly, imperfectly beautiful look on her face. Hei has trouble doing anything but staring at her. In her grip, his erection throbs with an almost-pain that flares to acute. The noises in his throat are swallowed, drowned, as he sucks rhythmically at her breasts. Below, three fingers are deep inside her as he torments her clit with his thumb. All that slickness flowing; he can feel it oozing over his hand and between her thighs. ]
[ Eventually, inevitably, it's impossible to stay still. Grabbing her hand, he yanks it from his erection and up to his mouth, where he kisses the fingers, and the palm, a wet licking kiss as if her sex is there. Then he lets it drop, reaching past her into his folded jeans. The foil squares crinkle as he draws them from the wallet. He scooches back just long enough to roll a condom on. Then he's pressing in close, her top leg drawn over his hip, the tip of his cock just kissing the damp curls of her mons. ]
[ His breath is jittery, hot, as he kisses Korra's mouth -- a request and a warning. ]
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[ Perhaps not in the carnivorous sense -- but that's up for debate. There's a wicked, crooked tilt to his lips as he tugs one of Korra's nipples between his teeth. Korra is delicious at this angle, really, the ambient light soft on her sleek, full figure, shadows dipping and curving over her, from the bursts of dark curls between her legs and under her arms to the shiningly, imperfectly beautiful look on her face. Hei has trouble doing anything but staring at her. In her grip, his erection throbs with an almost-pain that flares to acute. The noises in his throat are swallowed, drowned, as he sucks rhythmically at her breasts. Below, three fingers are deep inside her as he torments her clit with his thumb. All that slickness flowing; he can feel it oozing over his hand and between her thighs. ]
[ Eventually, inevitably, it's impossible to stay still. Grabbing her hand, he yanks it from his erection and up to his mouth, where he kisses the fingers, and the palm, a wet licking kiss as if her sex is there. Then he lets it drop, reaching past her into his folded jeans. The foil squares crinkle as he draws them from the wallet. He scooches back just long enough to roll a condom on. Then he's pressing in close, her top leg drawn over his hip, the tip of his cock just kissing the damp curls of her mons. ]
[ His breath is jittery, hot, as he kisses Korra's mouth -- a request and a warning. ]