His breathing grows heavier around her fingers. Her feathery touches give rise to a heat beneath his skin that prickles all the way down. She doesn't have Hythlodaeus' patience, it's true, but she has his friend's mischievous streak. Her words don't light quite the same fire but that doesn't mean he burns with any less desire for her.

The sudden pull draws a startled moan from the back of his throat and a jerk of his hips. His fingers dig into the couch. Chest heaving, his dilated pupils stare intently at her. He voices inarticulate sounds...a token effort to speak past her restrictions.