Lasciel didn't offer the least resistance. Why would she? This was what she was there for, to revel in the sharing of lust and power with someone so close to her nature that she hadn't met for centuries.<br/><br/>She straddled Samuel lightly, kneeling on either side of his hips, the pleats of her veils opening, revealing her thighs, bare to the hip. And as she pressed against him, it was obvious that vision was not deceptive: there was nothing between him and that expanse of intoxicatingly scented skin but those flimsy silks.<br/><br/>Her arms went slowly around his neck as she deepened the kiss, returning every teasing turn of lips, tongue and teeth with one of her own, her hips grinding against his, inviting to his rising, throbbing arousal. She didn't try to say anything more.