<strong>Ansem Hyral : His Room with Kris Fielding - Do Not Disturb, Locks Engaged. </strong><br/><br/>Surprised when she knocked him off balance and tugged him down onto her he grunted at the feeling of her body holding the near painful grip on his manhood. Taking a deep breath, he propped himself onto one elbow, his forearm slipping under her and forcing her back to arch into the slow series of thrust he began to give her body. With every sealing kiss he felt his breath sucked out of him, having to breath out of his nose until he developed a pattern that would not leave him light head, his brain was already deprived of enough. Increasing his pace, the primal instincts he lived on began to control his hips, his predatory eyes focusing on hers when their kiss broke and he felt soft pants of air brush across her lip and cheek. The other hand had found itself down her hip, cradling it under her knee and forcing her leg to slip behind his thigh. He was short of words, the only urge in him was the building lust that had been percolated in the last few weeks in the hanger deck.