Holding her breath, Lhurriel awaited the anxious moment when his lips would touch her core.. and then she let it out, disappointed as he moved away instead to kiss her thighs, trailing his lips down to her knee before returning. Her breath quickened; her knees trembled underneath his hands, her entire body tense as she concentrated on the moment his mouth would touch her-<br/><br/>The cry of need that fell from her lips was desperate and aching, a whimper as her hips shifted against her will when touched by his breath. "You-" One of her hands caught the blankets underneath her hand, fisting tightly in the cloth as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to hide how much she wanted his mouth on her and not succeeding even in the slightest.<br/><br/>This man... he was better with words than she. And physically, she was too attracted to him, too drawn to his bloody arrogance to resist him, especially when he was this close to her, so close that he could see her wetness, could smell her arousal. Lhurriel bit her lip. "Well, it was just a thought," she finally murmured faintly, trying not to betray her lust. But she was already aching, already wet; the thief shuddered as his breath continued to caress her sex. She could practically feel her wetness as it coated her, sliding between her lips until it made her clench. She flushed, wishing that her body wasn't as shameless as this, to weep at the slightest touch.