Xanthippe had pretty much already felt like she was falling apart ever since he'd first stepped closer to her at the party. And she still knew that wasn't anything next to what was likely to happen later.

She gasped behind her hand as she watched - and felt - his tongue circle her nipple. Then she lowered her hand, and slowly slid her fingers through his hair. She was gorgeous. He was, and ridiculously so. Like, he had no right to be be so hot.

And here he was, looking up at her with his mouth on her breast.

"Okay, this is good," she murmured. "This is... really, really good." Maybe that was inane, but also true! "And it's kinda making me want your tongue all over me?"