When he pulled back to study her face, Imenry studied his in turn, cupping his cheek in her palm and then sliding it downwards so that her fingers trailed lightly along the line of his jaw. His hands skimmed down to rest against the curve of her ass, pressing her closer to him so that she gasped when their bodies met, separated only by the remaining clothes they wore. Her hands itched to remove them but the rest of her was wont to move.
As his hands wandered over her legs, his lips caressed a path along her throat that had her burying her hands in his dark hair, fingers tangling in the wavy locks as her head fell back slightly, a little whisper of sound slipping free from her lips. She tugged at his hair though, because as much as she loved the feeling of his lips on her, Imenry was rarely one to be a silent observer when she could be taking action. So she shifted in his lap, purposefully wriggling her hips against his as she leaned in close, her teeth closing over the shell of his ear.
Her skin trembled beneath his touch as she shivered in pleasure, her tongue tasting the tender skin behind his ear. Her blunt teeth scraped there. Her hands slid from his hair, her fingernails scraping at his shoulders and down his muscled arms.