It was not fast but there was a surfeit to the intensity Kell offered. His body moved against hers, evident in his want. Neria's breath caught in her throat as she rocked against him, wanting more. He had her waist and then his fingers were in her hair. He gripped and she groaned against his mouth, pushing back, wanting more.

Too much and not enough.

She felt the sentiment echoed in his words and she smiled, kissed him soundly, capturing the way he pleaded.

"I need to move...for that," she whispered back, but was already fumbling with her belt, shoving it off. Her hand ducked between them, looking for the laces of his trousers.