“I wish to kill you a little,” River whispers as she clutches hard to his chest. She watches as he starts at the word “kill” but then ripens to the semantic behind the syntax.

She slides down his chest, inspecting each inch of skin and running her fingers over the ripples she sees causing ripples she feels. She smiles against his thigh as she brings him closer to the edge.

She once threatened to kill him with her mind. As he comes with her name upon his lips, she finds that killing him with mind-blowing sex will do just fine.