The latch of her gown looses as he kisses her neck, she moans when his tongue is in contact with her skin–it literally sets her skin on fire that cannot be put off by water. One of his hands is on her waist as he takes in the vanilla scent of her skin. His thinking has been clouded by the acts and workmanship of her hands; he probably cannot even remember his name.
There is heat, transpiring in his whole body. He cannot put it off; it is turning his mind astray but in focus at the same time. Men have spoken about how am woman could start a war but Rudiwck just understands that saying now.
“Reina.”
He says with the softest voice she has ever heard, his eyes are serene with passion and he uses all his strength to speak.
"Rudwick, kiss me." Reina says as she presses him into her urging hi
