[ aw, there it was, the need, the desperation. Solomon spoke her name like that once, fervently and Karl had screamed it, needy little thing that he was. But, it was Amshel it reminded her most of. Amshel with the near silent worship of her body and his need to take and take and take...
Her breath caught and she stilled, nails digging in deep.
And then she moved, eyes glinting dangerously as she abandoned all exploration, taking to her task with no finesse and little care for comfort. For his comfort. She quite simply wanted to swallow him whole. ]