[Without her touch to occupy him, he sets his eyes and his focus entirely on her. The dusting of color on her face, the parting of her lips as more of those sounds bubble up. His fingers are slick enough to slide over her freely, curling and stroking and seeing what makes her rock against him, what makes her cry out.]
[He's not aware of the satisfied smile that grows on his face as touching Raven, making her respond, stokes the rare feeling of acceptance that she's already lit inside him. He feels just like any other man right now, and he wonders if she has any idea what a gift that is.]