Desire was not an emotion she had seen in him, but she was clearly pleased for it. Nina pressed her hips a little harder into his, hoping to rouse him a little more; urge more pleasant little sighs from him.

Her kisses grew more feverish, tongue swirling in his mouth and her teeth catching on his lower lip. Nina's hands sifted through his hair, kneaded against his scalp. She pulled back again after a moment, breathless, "I want you, Jeritza." She murmured, realized maybe she needed to be more specific, "I want to have sex with you."