Kell's fingers slowed as they encountered her scars, trailing slowly along the place where scar tissue met skin. He shuddered, just barely, as she worked her fingers over his skin. His throat was sensitive, his shoulders tight, and every time her chest brushed his, he lost his breath.

Making a low sound against her mouth, Kell slid his fingers up Neria's thighs, gripping and pulling her flush against him, where she'd be able to feel him hard, under her.

As the pressure of her body settled, Kell drew in his breath in a hiss, bit down lightly on her lower lip.