She gasped for air, grasping what small amount she was able to. Crawled down her throat, slowly, too slowly, before quickly being cut off once more, leaving her whimpering as the metal around her throat felt as if it were ready to snap her neck. The tongue that had prodded at her most untouched area made her squirm, whimper growing louder. Although the pain she felt was some of the most unbearable her body had undergone, the sight of the woman causing it kept her seeping with the wet liquid the Angel seemed to adore.<br/><br/>When her body was allowed to move backwards, her shoulders and spine lifted to press against the cold wall, endulging in the way the heat escaped her body. The Sparrow's fingers clutched the collar that confined her, tugging on it do it pressed against the back of her neck, rather than the front. "Yes, anything," she nodded, almost fearfully, but a dark glimmer still shown in her eyes. "Anything for you, Angel." Sliding down, her legs folded, thighs resting on her calves, taking the pressure off her aching knees. When air finally became a normal thing to her body, the woman let her hands drop, quite slowly, from the collar. Dark eyes rested on the gorgeous little Angel, unable to read what her next move would be.