[He sees that discreet sparkle in her eye as she looks him over. Kyanite only just resists saying something. But he is all too happy to distract himself with the sight of her bowing her head to taste him; sinfully delightful swirls of her tongue making him feel things in ways he did not know he could.

Both his heart and his sex swell. It is not the surrender he would have liked to take, but her willingness to service him this way is a fine alternative for now.

He leans back and watches her, narrowed eyes stalking her every movement.]