[ Noire doesn't mind a demanding kiss, considering how much hunger and heat she's asking from him. There's another long, slightly muffled moan into his mouth when his hand strays, and one drifts to rest on his chest, the other moving to cup around his neck. All she can really do is hold onto him, with a bit of a possessive urge behind her movements.
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Hers. Him, this, it's hers alone. ]