Minos ripped off his shirt and then he laced his fingers in Pasiphae's hair as he leaned in to kiss her again. He needed her and there was something almost desperate and slightly frantic about the way he touched and kissed. He wanted to experience the feel of her again; the woman he had been dreaming of for centuries. He whispered her name as he bit at her neck and trailed kisses on her chest. He had to get her clothes off but he was almost too distracted to deal with semantics.