She rises to meet him, her kiss answering his hunger, mouthful by mouthful. Any trepidation she might have had quickly fades as she feels his hands moving on her skin. She pulls him close, her hands revelling every detail, the strength of his head and neck, the prickle of his hair against her palms. The heat of his skin.

He fills her senses. She arches against him, the kiss growing more heated by the moment.