Kell lost his breath against Neria's skin, her pulse, the soft whisper of her voice as he moved underneath him, pressing up into him. With a soft moan he found the warm skin next to her collarbone as her clothes came away from her body, chased by the touch of his hands.
He bit down, a hiss of breath between his teeth. Not sharp, but deep and bruising, claiming, holding on as if he expected her to twist and move beneath him, and he wanted to anchor her down.
Kell's coat and then his tunic came away easily, when he shrugged them off his skin was all but devoid of scars -- at least in the places people naturally looked for them. He pressed into her touch like someone starving, all the more at the hint of nails, encouraging her to rake him open. He tasted of desperation, like some part of him chased the pain.
"Go on," he whispered, his already low voice deeper, catching. He drew his fingers down the front of her tunic, parting it with a twitch of magic, just ahead of his touch. She'd drawn fire magic into her hands, licked it over his nerves.
Now, he did the same, as if to prove that he could.
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He bit down, a hiss of breath between his teeth. Not sharp, but deep and bruising, claiming, holding on as if he expected her to twist and move beneath him, and he wanted to anchor her down.
Kell's coat and then his tunic came away easily, when he shrugged them off his skin was all but devoid of scars -- at least in the places people naturally looked for them. He pressed into her touch like someone starving, all the more at the hint of nails, encouraging her to rake him open. He tasted of desperation, like some part of him chased the pain.
"Go on," he whispered, his already low voice deeper, catching. He drew his fingers down the front of her tunic, parting it with a twitch of magic, just ahead of his touch. She'd drawn fire magic into her hands, licked it over his nerves.
Now, he did the same, as if to prove that he could.
"You're not going to break me."