The smile faded from Serisa's face. "Fine. If that's what you want."
She leaned forward again and kissed her.
Just a touch of lips. Just the barest hint of contact.
But Lara felt like she was drowning. Like she couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Like she wanted nothing more than to sink into this moment and never leave.
She whimpered into the kiss. She couldn't help it.
And now she couldn't stop it.
She opened her mouth. Serisa's tongue slipped inside, and Lara felt a rush of heat between her legs.
Oh no, she thought distantly.
Oh, no no no.
She was enjoying this too much. She was getting hard. She was letting this happen when she should be stopping it, she should be fighting back—
She didn't even have the strength to struggle, because now she was lost in the heat, the wetness, the hunger of Serisa's mouth. Her hands gripped Serisa's hair, pulling her closer, holding her there.
"More," she heard herself whisper. "More."
