How was it that even his words made the rush of warmth rush through her body, the feeling of his breath against her eat almost as intoxicating as the feeling of his fingers slipped inside her and moving the way they were. She found herself pushing against those fingers, one hand gripping his arm as the other slid into his hair, arching her chest to that hot mouth.
Everything was a hurricane of sensations and they were so so so good and Makaria wanted more more more but she didn't known what it was that she wanted, only that her body felt like it wanted something. She wanted to kiss Freyr again but his mouth was distracted with her nipple and no way did she want that to stop, just as she didn't want his fingers to stop what they were doing either.
This was better than any possible caramel macchiato could ever be.
Makaria ran her hand down Freyr's back, her fingertips firm against his skin as though that might somehow pull him closer.