She licked at the candied spice of her own blood. Her legs hooked themselves around him. The silk of the hose leave off halfway up her thighs. The rest is nothing but Kaya. It's hard to say which is smoother.
Their mouths moved together, the dance slow and drugging. Passion burned bright here, but it was a slow and calculated burn with him in control. It's no less than her own, simply much more focused and tempered.