His lips push up against hers when she's over him, drawn to her like a magnet. He reaches out to touch her hair while she moves down, his breath hitching when she licks his pulse point. She kisses his pec, and he's breathy with want, practically panting as she teases him.

"Syeira," he whimpers, not even caring how manly he does or doesn't sound. All he can concentrate on is her mouth.