[Kissing at least is redirecting his aggression. She nearly feels his teeth scrape over her mouth in the first one, his nails through her clothes. It's a thrill and a half honestly.]

Good. Do so at your own peril.

[And he's given her a puzzle too. That's fun. She found herself pressed against him, offering a playful little growl as she kissed him again, fierce and yielding and wanting-all of it.]

Maybe you should tell me. Tell me the name I should be chanting tonight once we're somewhere completely private.

[She sought to kiss him again. The excitement was catching, and her arms were moving to wrap around him, and pull him taut against her body.]