<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">The man's expression curled into a satisfied smile, his feverish lips parting slightly against her neck. As the female leaned back into the couch, Solas followed the invisible trail of floral scent that she left in her wake, and buried his face in her neck to breath in her. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">"I'll give you what you need, beg no more."</span></span> Solas nibbled at her bottom lip while a hand ran up and down her right leg, exploring its every inch. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''You're beautiful, and oh so intriguing, my Dearest..''</span></span><br/><br/>She sure knew what she was getting herself into, or at least the man hoped; for his aching desire reached a summit of no return. She straddled his outer tights and the man hoarsely whispered her name, so shamelessly; voice thick with need. He was very well aware of the fact that the Heavens were watching. <span style="font-style: italic">To hell with them.</span><br/><br/>Heart was pumping ridiculously in response to the woman's noises of pleasure, which turned him on beyond limits. With his arousal straining painfully against his jeans, Solas' digits unbuttoned his pants -- not able to bear how tight they felt all of a sudden. Azure orbs  held hers, cherishing this moment, and his lips curled into a small predatory smile as one hand made its way down the woman's body to find the soft, warm flesh of her inner tighs. Lips came to kiss her again; her lips, her chin, her neck and softly suckled at her earlobe while his fingertips began to trace her heat. <br/><br/>With now slow motions, Solas rubbed her through the silk fabric that covered her feverish, hot wetness. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"God, you're wet.."</span></span> He breathlessly whispered in her mouth and bit his lower lip rather hard, his soul shuddering. His hard shaft pulsated against his own flesh in response to the feeling of the moist silken fabric. What he wouldn't do to taste her, feel her, to become one with her.</span></ul>