The way she molded against him was enough to set him aflame, heat coursing through his veins like a wildfire. There was not a gap between them, no space to breathe even though he wanted none, seeking to drown in her as if that were the only reasonable thing to do. The taste of her lips upon his own was intoxicating, finding he only wanted more and more and more. And luckily, it seemed she wished the same, not pulling herself from him, indulging him in that needy kiss as if it were all that they could do. Though, that wasn't the case at all, and she quickly proved it.
The roll of her hips against his own was like lightning racing through him, a shiver rolling up his spine. Without her layers, without his armor, it was something so different to feel. He could swear he could feel the warmth of her through his leathers, the soft pressure of her skin sliding against his own, unable to feel it directly. But before he could sink into the pleasure of her grinding against him so, their lips parted, his eyes watching her as she gasped for air, and found himself doing the same, only for her to admit she needed him as much as he did, her cheeks flushing red as she practically begged for him to take her. And hearing her say his name like that certainly did the trick, feeling that growing need spike within him as if he had no control.
Now, her anticipation was fulfilled, his lips crashing upon her own after she pleaded with him to take her, kissing her with such hunger. Just as she had introduced her tongue to the mix, so did he, the muscle slipping along her lips tenderly until they parted, deepening the kiss quite sharply the moment that they did. He cared little if their kisses grew messy, saliva building as their tongues collided, more focused on the feel of her body against his own, his hands squeezing her ass firmly, keeping her pushed tightly to him.
But that was not where they remained. His touch soon wandered back to the familiar swell of her hips, letting her drop back down from her toes and instead leaning down to continue the kiss, even though that did put space between them. But it was for good reason! Even she would have to agree.
His hands didn't just settle at her hips, no he began to gather the fabric of her chemise in his fingers. Bit by bit, inch by inch, her chemise rose up her legs, exposing more and more of her though he couldn't hope to see it as occupied with that kiss as he was. That certainly didn't stop him though, gathering more and more of that fabric in his hands until she could feel the cool air against her bare legs, his touch slipping underneath the chemise she wore, his palms finally touching bare flesh, settling on her waist. Slowly, his touch slid upward, the gathered fabric bunching on his wrists as he ventured along her body, palms glued to her skin as if he was memorizing the shape of her as he had never before.
It wasn't as if she hadn't worn dresses that showed her figure before, but they were always regal, appropriate for a princess. This time, he was getting to paint an image in his mind of the way her body naturally was, and revel in it properly. That wandering touch continued, soon feeling the swell of her breasts against his fingers, her body nearly exposed! That was what prompted him to break the kiss, strands of their mixed saliva connecting their lips for a moment before he pulled too far away and broke them.
He said nothing, but his gaze broke from hers to obviously drink in the sight of her, his hands paused at her chest as if waiting for her arms to untangle from him so he could strip her of that chemise that was in the way of his admiration of her. The moment her arms did move, the fabric was pulled over her chest, over her head and tossed aside appropriately, leaving her standing in just her undergarments, and him still dressed fully! Well, at least in a practical sense.
For a moment, he just...drank her in. His eyes hungrily devouring the sight of her nearly naked form before him, and he made no attempt to disguise or hide that hunger. It wasn't long before his hands moved though, finding her own and pulling them to his hips, letting her decide whether she would pull that linen tunic from his torso, or work to get his leathers off his legs.