Sun Mote Copse azure & ash

Giana reveled in each soft touch Eshamun placed upon her, breath catching in her throat -- Eshamun's veridian eyes flickered to her belly curiously, but though Gia was confused she didn't comment -- before she'd really had a chance to see much, the flame was questioning what the ivory woman sought. 

Giana hesitated. 

What did she want? The lust she felt towards Eshamun in the moment could assumably not be sated, but moreso than that the thrum of her heart betrayed a much deeper affection and need of the young wolfess. 

                "You." 

It was the simplest answer Giana could give through the daze of her need and the puzzle of her mind, and the Angelo reached forward to lavish gentle nips and licks upon the nape and shoulder of Eshamun.