His arousal was a palpable thing as it flowed off of his very skin at the way she matched against him.  His hands would slide down to her thighs, slipping beneath the scarves if they could to touch bare skin.  Lasciel was as soft as he'd thought she'd be.  The perfect creature of lust and hedonism, he was sure.  His mouth fell away from hers for a moment, letting his gaze fall down the body that was pressing up against him.  The throbbing between his legs was going to need attention and soon if he wasn't to start suffering more than was needed.<br/><br/>Hands moved up her thighs slowly, forcing the veils to fall off as he did so.  This wasn't something to be done with either of them wearing clothes.  He merely wanted to see her naked before he got naked himself.  Those rough, worn hands of his moved up along her body, to her hips, up along her sides, pausing to stroke along the sides of her breasts.  Samuel's eyes were upon hers, watching her reactions, seeing in which of these movements she took the most pleasure.  Eyes burning with inner flames, lust and power prominent among them, his hands completely cupped her breasts and began to knead them with deft strokes.