She yields with a soft sigh, welcoming the weight of his body, welcoming the rising urgency in his touch. Grey eyes study his face, trying to read the subtle lines, to ken the deeper pull she feels beneath the surface heat.

It's been so long since she's been with anyone other than Gesar, longer still since she's had a repeat performance.

Her hands smooth down his back, and on the return trip, he can feel the light pressure of her nails. Oh she has an idea, all right. Still, she has the patience of the hunter, watching, listening, learning everything there is to know about him. Her lips part and her chin tips back, her body aligning with his, just so.