Where her skin pressed to his it felt wonderful and Imenry's fingers worked at the laces of his trousers, though slowly with her hands nearly pinned between them, and with his distracting touches. Her skin trembled beneath his fingers and her lips parted on a sigh when he released her from the kiss.
Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes curved against fair skin. Her cheeks were flushed and she moaned his name, pressing her lips against the side of his throat and murmuring words against his skin. "I think we're over dressed..." Her voiced was low in the small cavern, but reverberated against his skin.
She shifted slightly, leaning into him as she toed off her boots and then kicked them aside. Beneath her socked feet the cavern floor felt cold, but at the moment it was the least of her concerns.