[ His touches bid her otherwise long nightgown to hike up, exposing herself further to him. Sasha arcs her body against him, the heat offered by his body the most welcome. Nothing else matters at that moment, save for Kanon.
She releases the kiss with a small moan, wanting to slide down so as to allow her kisses to trail down his jawline, down his throat. His skin against her lips satisfies her -- but it is not enough. ]