The breath Kara's regained goes right out of her again when he shoves her down. Her hips shift automatically to urge his cock closer to her, and her eyes water with the effort of not blinking but it's as though she can't, as though he'd frozen her in time. Her brain's just returning back to all systems go, sort of...still hazy around the edges, but finally she swallows hard and blinks.

"I don't need anyone's permission," she finally manages, voice shaking as much as her heart against her ribcage. "Least of all yours. 'parently don't need anyone at all."

She lets a smirk overtake her lips even as it quickly falls to give way to a moan. Silver-tongued is one way to put it, and he knows it. She's positive he can feel the heat emanating from her, and she rocks against him pressed between their bellies, as well as the dildo between them, still pressing on her clit and her sweet spot inside.

When she speaks again her voice has dropped a pitch; the fire in his eyes is enough to send her into overdrive. (As if she weren't already.)

"I say that's a helluva bargain, Wolfwood."