Yes. The word is slow and blends into a sigh as she rises to meet him. She wants him to lose himself in her, wants to be his refuge and his sanctuary.

Her nipples stand up hard against his mouth, the areolas dark and tight. Her musk rises too, warm and slick against his fingertips, heady and rich in his nose. Pure instinct guides the motion of her hips now and her hands draw him back up her body.

"Please. Kiss me." Please, my love.