Without breaking the kiss, his hands began to trail down her body. Starting from her her face and moving to her neck, he let his nails scratch lightly at her skin before moving down to her sides. One hand ventured underneath her shirt, while the other moved down under her ass to aid that gravity in getting them just a little closer.
While her touch held hesitancy - which, Dolos did not notice, btw - his had a slight urgency to it. He didn't want to scare her off, but damn if he wasn't happy getting to touch her. Leaving her mouth, his lips traced a line down her jaw and landed on her neck, his tongue drawing lazy circles over her pulse. Damn, she tasted good.