Sea Lion Shores principles of evil made flesh

"do it not for me, but for yourself," he murmured gently, leaning into her caresses. his lids fell to half-mast; he sighed lowly under her ministrations, the tug of her teeth, the lap of her tongue, and presently he allowed it to consume him -- he leant forward and began to gently preen her collarbone, the hollow of her throat, her chin -- the places that brought a response from her, both physically and audibly.

all was forgotten but for this moment.