Some fragment of his brain is still active enough to realize she's experimenting on him, which makes him whine into their kiss. It's just a brief burst of sound, one he's not even aware of making--just as he's not aware of the louder, more insistent noise she draws out of him a moment later.

She's just done something really inventive with her wrist, somehow, and she's gripping him exactly as hard as he needs it, and this time he can sense the imminent shutdown.

"Molly," he manages, because it's somehow important that she knows how close he is to the edge.