Sofía felt a low surge of arousal, followed by a distinct hope that maybe his fingers might make a journey further south. She shivered as he blew on her wet skin, sure that her nipples tightened further. At his compliment, a noise that definitely wasn't a word in either of her languages escaped her.
She really did whimper, though, at the tease of his teeth. "Sí," she breathed without thinking, a dreamy sigh. Sofía had heard his voice roughen before in the lab after they'd been intimately entwined not doing potions, but never like this. "So good," she added, hand stroking over his short hair, apparently reduced to monosyllables.