Daria thrust her hand into Evian's open shirt, moving her digits until they were grabbing the flexing muscles of his back while she pulled him against herself.
With her tongue in his mouth wrestling against his while she raised her legs to grab tight to his hips all the while rocking her crotch against his groin, it was impossible for Evian not to get excited but even then, he found the clarity to chuckle against her lips before pulling away.
"Impatience," he said.
Daria blinked,
"You don't want to?" she asked.
Evian chuckled as he stood to his feet,
"I'll never not want to," he said, "But, it can wait."
He took off his bloody clothes and went off into his bath to get himself clean of the blood of his kills. Daria joined him with her eyes roaming over his body but held back from instigating a session.
