Her breath catches with the bite— feels, truthfully, like it could be catching with every attempt she makes to breathe, for how short of breath she feels. As Lakshmi's teeth sink in a bruising, wonderful pressure, she makes no attempt to stifle the moan that it draws from her. Low, quiet, hand dropping to caress Lakshmi's hair very lightly. Watching her so intently, and she wants nothing more than to just pull her into a kiss, pull her closer so they can tangle up together.

She's partway convinced to drag Lakshmi closer when her fingers graze against, soft and slow and then firmer. A gasp, and her fingers tug at Lakshmi's hair as she leans down to demand a kiss, then, partway muffles her moan again Lakshmi's jaw as she presses forward to try and meet her hand. Too eager, she suspects, by far.

"I want you on top of me," she says, partially a realisation, and realising in the same moment that could mean lying on the floor, and almost not caring - except that is certainly not fine enough for her Lakshmi, her Rani, and her skin is flushed, lips parted.