She arched into him, locking her ankles at his lower back. The long, thick length of his erection hit her just right, more liquid dampening her panties. "I want it all." He still wore the loincloth, but the leather must have bunched up, freeing his cock, because she could feel the hit of his silky skin, soft yet, oh, so hard, pushing at the cotton in a bid to move it out if the way. Just a little more, and they'd be skin-to-skin. Strength-to-wet. She ached for that. Wanted it with every fiber of her being. But Nicolai had other plans. He continued his downward journey, tracing her scars with his tongue, laving her navel. She would have been humbled by the decadent attention, but she was too aroused. Goose bumps broke out, sensitizing her skin to an almost unbearable degree. "Mine," he growled.