Shadow Mari had to admit she was being caught up in the moment. Her body reacted to Dumas in a very instinctive way. She wanted him so bad right now it made her wonder if her counterpart shared this longing and simply had not acted on it. Ignoring this thought -<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">who cares what dummy thinks?</span></span>- she focused solely on the moment. She knew this would probably crush Dumas even more than he already was. But it didn't matter to her.<br/><br/>With a big smile, she replied to his words on wanting her so bad it was killing him. "We can't let this happen, can we, darling?", she asked playfully.<br/><br/>A soft laughter escaped Mari's lips when Dumas spun them both around, and she allowed him to lower her down onto the mattress, her hands resting on his shoulders.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">This guy feels like he's made of steel.</span></span>As Dumas kissed her again, Mari kept her eyes open, watching his expressions. She felt a pleasant chill run down her spin while his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. A soft moan - almost a purr - came out of her lips when she felt Dumas' hand on her breast. Her skin seemed hotter than usual now, and Mari's hands slid down from Dum's shoulders to grab his t-shirt and try to pull it up.<br/><br/>It was obvious Mari wanted him. Not even she could pretend that kind of passion simply for the sake of making him happy, after all. "God... I want you, Dum. Don't torture me..."