grey987
Man of the Shadows
When Kiora kept them the way they were, Mark was fine with it. Except for the fact that he was damn near running out of oxygen, and Kiora's arm was wrapped particularly tight around his neck. He loosened his grip around her back and made a muffled noise, his lips slowly drawing away from hers but not quite pulling off of them. He wasn't quite able to move his neck or head, after all.