[ Nasty blades of impatience cut at Hei's nerves. Each gratifying sound torn from Korra, each frantic squirm, goes straight to his groin. His erection, untouched, throbs in time with his pulse. It slavers to sink into her, but he ignores it. Keeping one hand gripped tight around her hips, steadying her, he slips three fingers between Korra's thighs now, where she's wet and open for his touch. Rubs at that spongy sweet-spot that he's memorized, the one that makes her ripple and mewl, raising up her hips with a wanton stretch. His mouth presses to her taut clit, tongue flickering so fast and light it's like a hummingbird's wings exciting her. The sparks are a ghostly crepitation, as if fed by friction, an overlay of static. Korra's excitement simmers more strongly in the air around them; it seems to seep into his pores, infectious. He wonders if the sheer strength of an urge -- an emotion -- can break the laws of logic. Can you covet something with enough ferocity to make you rip up the rules and take what you want, the way he's doing -- between his fingers, between his lips, his teeth, biting and sparking and sucking and licking until he has everything? ]
[ Yes. He doesn't have to prove it to anyone. He doesn't want to think about his hunger. He wants to be swept with it, breathless, unthinking. He'll suffocate down between Korra's thighs if he wants to. He'll drown -- and take her along, building her ruthlessly to her peak until everything comes crashing down. ]
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[ Yes. He doesn't have to prove it to anyone. He doesn't want to think about his hunger. He wants to be swept with it, breathless, unthinking. He'll suffocate down between Korra's thighs if he wants to. He'll drown -- and take her along, building her ruthlessly to her peak until everything comes crashing down. ]