Dahozhoni Meadow [m] sometimes

Sex was, in Odessia's rigid mind, an act by which to reproduce. It was a thing of instinct brought on by a mixture of high octane hormones which fueled her decisions. "Pleasure" was not something she had in her mind when she thought about it, so Cambria's words made little sense to her. Surely he knew what she wanted. Surely his hormones were kicking into gear the same way her own had. If they were not, there was something severely wrong with him, and she had chosen poorly.
She turned to face away from Cambria, rooted her feet to the earth, then craned her neck around to look at him.
"You know what I want," she said.