"What kind of enchantment are you casting, female?" He seemed as bewildered as she at the instant attraction. This was more than a quick fuck, and both of them knew it - even if they'd never in a million years admit it. "No enchantment," she managed. "Need more." A low rumble echoed through the hall, one she wasn't sure had come from him alone. She didn't have long to ponder, because his mouth was back at her ear again, his tongue doing wicked things to her lobe. His touch consumed her, drew the air from her lungs, promised her something she couldn't see but needed. A zipper rasped. His fingers slipped free of her. She groaned at the emptiness but shuddered when he slipped both hands under her ass and lifted. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Then nearly came out of her skin when the tip of his cock brushed her folds and he pressed her into the wall, filling her in one sharp thrust.