Her hands slid up my chest to my shoulders. My hands found her waist. The silk was thin enough that I could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric. She pressed herself against me with a desperation that had nothing to do with performance and everything to do with genuine need.
The Nectar of Devotion worked its magic. Her gasp vibrated against my lips. Her body arched into mine. Her fingers dug into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
"That feeling," she breathed against my mouth. "That's the amplification?"
"Yes."
"It's incredible."
"So I've been told."
She laughed and kissed me harder. Her tongue slid past my lips. Her hips pressed forward. I could feel every curve of her body through the crimson silk. The softness of her breasts against my chest. The warmth of her thighs brushing mine.
The pendant was so cold it burned.
