Ankyra Sound of faces pressed to bloodstained panes

their coupling had passed with none of the dabbling and caresses to which erzulie had become accustomed, and she burned for him still, flesh half-roused by the riotous sensation of their bodies mingling. a low growl purled from her throat as she trembled, shook out her ruff, pressed her face against his own. 
tonguetip took to his ears; erzulie meant to rouse the winded firefly again, perhaps envelop him more slowly this time, and again, until they had both been sated several times over. perhaps pleasure would ensure that new life would begin within her. though the prospect of such still made the harlot wary, she put the thought from her mind, concentrating on the man with pointed determination.