Blade pressed you to the wall with your back toward him.

"Shut up." He says indifferently and moves his hands on your hips.

He hates when you try to rationalise what you both are doing. There is nothing rational in your action. This primal urge, as Blade named it. He hates you, despises you, and honestly, not even wants to look at your face during it. But he keeps grabbing you, kissing your neck. And even if you feel hate for it, you also don't want it to end.