She her lip curls at the pain in the kiss, paying it back to him by raking her nails over his chest. In a second strike, one hand scores a set of lines down his throat, the other along his shoulder, before meeting back up to run parallel scratches down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants.

She works her hands beneath the fabric without undoing the fly; nails tease over buttocks and thighs, almost but not quite moving around to the front before she pulls them free.