A quiet gasp escaped Zariah as Askel's tongue grazed over the skin of her neck, he moved so he now lay over her, holding up his weight with his hands so she did not feel any pressure on her wounds.
Zariah felt a warmth in her heart, knowing that Askel still prioritized her well being to his desires, and his desire was quite apparent, if the bulge visible in his pants was any indication.
Askel's eyes had darkened visibly, and his breaths were more audible, slower, sounding almost drawn out. Like he was barely holding himself back from Zariah.
The scent of his arousal was thick enough in the air that Zariah could still pick up on it, despite her much dimmer senses and Zariah had to wonder, if her senses were at their sharpest, just how potent would it be?
It was hard not to find it maddening, how much and how visible his desire for her was, he made no attempts to hide it too.
