Something in her gaze flickers again, and she tracks the placement of his tongue between his teeth.

Her hand seizes around the knife, the blade digging into her palm when she tugs it free from his grasp, tossing it aside to a loud clatter on the floor; both that hand and the other take hold of his face to draw him down to her, putting every ounce of want into that one kiss (almost hard enough to damn near bruise if she doesn't have a mind to let up soon - she does).