Tegan gasped, her eyes widening as his voice dropped, warm velvet with a hint of thorns. She shuddered as he spoke, his words heating her skin, wrapping her in pure, dark want. She swallowed, and licked her lips, shifting in his arms, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of her boxers and panties, pushing them down to pool on the floor around her ankles. Her eyes bore into his, her cheeks high, again, with a flush, as she leaned back to tear her t-shirt off, throwing t god knew where. She couldn't help but moan, as his teeth pressed into her plump bottom lip, the pressure shooting to her lower stomach, somehow divine and erotic. She stared at him for a moment, nude, and awed, before her knees bent, and she knelt before him. She was a moth to his flame, desperate to give him whatever he wanted. She trusted him to teach her what he needed.