It seemed that all Miles had on his mind lately was to take care of her, and apparently today was no exception (as long as trying to win the water fight was ignored). She'd laid back and gotten comfortable at his suggestion, and her mouth opened ever so slightly as he traveled down her body, his mouth leaving a trail that tingled across her skin.
Daphne watched him with half open eyes as he stopped between her legs, spreading her legs easily with his hands before dipping his face down to taste her, and she resisted the urge to arch up into him. A tiny gasp escaped her lips instead, and one of her hands gripped into the material of his robes while the other clung to his shoulder.
Her illness had denied her for too long, as she could feel that her body was eager, craving release. With the way his mouth continued to work on her, she would be quick work.