Even if the kiss had broken, Etheda knew that there was much better to come. He watched lustfully as she took off each little bit of the armor she wore over her torso, drinking in the air of desire as she slowly removed the articles of clothing. "<span style="color: Plum">Ooooh,</span>" he said, his voice given the faintest tint of desire, "<span style="color: Plum">I like what I'm seeing.</span>"<br/><br/>Her breasts were quite entertaining. So soft, so supple; he wanted to hold them and squish them in his fingers. Instead, he held her tightly to his chest as he pushed forward and dropped them both on the bed. His forehead was pressed to hers, and Etheda gave Silynn's lips a lick that was the cruelest tease, making such light contact that one would be hard pressed to have even felt it without trying too much. Denying her the kiss, he knew that all he was doing was building up her tension and frustration, which was exactly what he wanted. Angry sex was always the best sex.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>