[It's definitely not enough. Not a single shred of self-restraint to be found, so how can she possibly resist when it all feels so right? If Rafayel isn't complaining, then neither will she — certainly not when their lips are too preoccupied with each other's to put into words how they feel.
The breathiness of his voice tickles her ears and coaxes a drawn-out sigh out of her, a feeling of lightness enveloping her, soothing her. She could try and insist that, no, he started it with the innuendo, but that's just not possible now. His lips are just too soft and warm against hers, and oh, his tongue is working wonders as her bottom lip trembles. Her greediness is amplified from the way she parts her lips to deepen the kiss further, and maybe — just maybe — capture his tongue in between them for a light suckle.
(There is no 'maybe'. When it comes to passion, Ambrosia never does it half-baked.)
Gentle electric sparks travel down Ambrosia's spine and settle into the back of her neck, encouraging her to press herself close, arms loosely wrapped around his neck to ground herself and keep her knees from turning into jelly, at least a little bit.]
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The breathiness of his voice tickles her ears and coaxes a drawn-out sigh out of her, a feeling of lightness enveloping her, soothing her. She could try and insist that, no, he started it with the innuendo, but that's just not possible now. His lips are just too soft and warm against hers, and oh, his tongue is working wonders as her bottom lip trembles. Her greediness is amplified from the way she parts her lips to deepen the kiss further, and maybe — just maybe — capture his tongue in between them for a light suckle.
(There is no 'maybe'. When it comes to passion, Ambrosia never does it half-baked.)
Gentle electric sparks travel down Ambrosia's spine and settle into the back of her neck, encouraging her to press herself close, arms loosely wrapped around his neck to ground herself and keep her knees from turning into jelly, at least a little bit.]