She trembles slightly, pleasure running through her. May the Darkness be merciful, he was going to take his time. That is something she hasn't experienced in a while.

A soft moan, barely sound, and she mimics his movement, the tip of her tongue meeting his, tracing over his lips. Light. Flickering. Tasting.

One hand slides down his neck, along his shoulder, resting there, with that sweet drag of nails again.