Mauve couldn't breathe but she didn't care. All that mattered was the sweet and slightly bitter taste on Jael's lips.
She could lightly taste the ale on his lips along with his usual taste. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, she wanted to fill her thirst.
His hand cupped her breast from the outside of her dress and Mauve knew it wasn't nearly enough.
She wanted his skin pressed against her, she wanted to feel him between her legs. She must be on something because the urgency she felt was unlike anything else.
She felt his hand move and he tugged her dress. Mauve's eyes flew open immediately. She was enthralled but she wasn't that lost yet.
She wasn't going to let Jael destroy this pretty dress in a moment of lust. Mill will not be pleased. Besides, ruining her dresses was a habit he needed to break.
