Kell's measured weight upon her body brought her no discomfort or pain. If anything, the press of his warmth alone kept her satiated. She was so hungry for him, for this physicality, as if she'd been starved of it - when really, she'd been terrified. Hadn't wanted to be touched.

Her body sang for him, arched for his touch. Tipped one way so his tongue could spear her better. He lapped at her folds until she felt delirious with want. That brief moment where their eyes met made her muscles tighten. Neria's head fell back against the soft blankets and cushions while he gave tribute to her body, coaxing her to a warmer inferno from within, beckoning her to open for him.

Her fingers tightened in his hair while his tongue slid into her, breath coming uneven in faint whimpers. She shifted, moved her legs so she could encircle him just enough...just enough to keep him close.

Slowly, her grip loosened, just enough to stroke through his hair. Keep going.