Lion Head Mesa we don't talk about Cicero, no, no, no

She found comfort in the seeds; he could tell that by now without her answer, though he was glad to hear the confirmation.

His own seeds had started to take effect now, and he felt his need for the woman intensify. His heart felt light and his body felt loose. 

Sayf smiled at her question but didn't think it required him to speak the answer. He was beyond words now anyway. His kisses tuned into devilish nips, her touch along his spine sending heat spreading across his skin. 

Maybe she would let him make this experience even more of an escape from the things that caused her pain.