This was something completely new to her, an experience she'd only had before through borrowed memories that were mere shadows of the real thing. It was a fantasy she'd held close for the 'one day' when she might have control over her mutation. Remy had tried, bless him, but there had been no way to achieve the effect safely, the substitute of sheer silk scarves offering nowhere near the same amount of sensation as skin on skin. But now.

Everything else fell away from her perception except for his lips and tongue and the things they were making her feel. She was melting under his ministrations, her body filling with liquid fire and a burning desire for more. Her muscles quivered and it was a struggle to hold on and not give way to that tidal wave of sensation surging through her. She didn't even realize the sounds she was making, whimpers and moans that wordlessly begged him not to stop, or the way one hand clutched at a pillow while the other sought out one of his, wanting to hold on to him when he was so far away.