His breath was hot on her skin, but the touch of it tickling through her pale curls, over the darkened and overly sensitive flesh beneath, made the woman shiver, gooseflesh creeping up her sides as he bent low between her spread thighs.<br/><br/>"I don't... want... anything from... you," she pushed the words out through her damaged mouth, but her hips gave a soft, quick, involuntary buck as his tongue teased up over painfully swollen folds. She let out a soft, wordless growl - forcing the sound to be low and gutteral, to keep from making the little whine that wanted to rise up in her throat.<br/><br/>"No," she snarled again, hands clenching tighter; her shortened nails were beginning to dig into her palms, little half-moons of distracting pain.