Imenry met his kiss with equal hunger, the desire not abated by whatever pain lingered. At least for the moment. She slid her hands down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. Her fingernails lightly scraped the skin there as she bit lightly at his lower lip.
She could still feel him inside her, and her muscles clenched around him instinctively. His hands on her skin sent her trembling in pleasure and she murmured his name, the sound muffled against his mouth.
She drew back for a breath, then leaned close to press kisses along the line of his jaw and down over his through, her teeth scraping against the skin and her tongue darting out to taste the saltiness there.