The sound Kell pressed against her mouth worked a shiver up her spine, had her hissing softly against his lips. He slipped into her and her breath caught. For several moments, Neria forgot how to breathe, fixated on the feeling of his hands on her hips, gripping tight enough that she could feel the tremor of need in them.

He pressed up, deeper into her, grinding, and the sound that spilled out was a gasp and a groan both. Neria's hands gripped his shoulders, lips parting from his as she trembled a moment.

"Oh," she gasped, pressing back, chasing the roll of his hips for more.