[ she squirms against her, responding to that exploratory touch with eager rolls of her hips or a squeeze of her thighs and pressing in tight against her. in some effort to get as close as possible to her warmth, no doubt. Her lips, meanwhile, find purchase along nem's neck, brushing over her pulse and parting only slightly to place hot, damp kisses along her skin. ]

Her voice is low, rumbling. ]

I purromise.