Basileus's hand on Varya's lower back caused her to move closer to him. The contact with him was dizzying. Despite the closeness, it wasn't enough. She wanted to feel the warmth of his skin but he was blocked by the armor he always wore whenever they left his quarters. The alcohol from earlier made her mind feel faint, but her senses felt heightened. Her desire for him was through the roof and she made a frustrated noise as her hands brushed over his armor.
"I want this off," she groaned with her lips still close to his.
Their lips pressed together again in a kiss more demanding than before. Their tongues fought for dominance and Varya's hands clenched the bottom edge of his armor. The risk of someone finding them turned her on even further. He was unaware of her thoughts, but she still felt the need to punish him for making her feel this heated.
