Kytana groaned softly the moment his lips met hers. She would never tire of the feel of him. His lips, his body against her's. She shifted in his hold so that she could press to him as much as possible. The temptation was close. And without the good, without the bad, without all that beating down on her, there was no reason not to give into it.
Reaching behind her, with a twist of her fingers, the bandu top came loose, so that all that held the sash of fabric to her, was him. "Does that help?" She whispered softly.