Hyacinthe barely even heard her - and not just because of the way her thighs were framing his head. He was intensely focused on what he was doing, the way she moved beneath his mouth, his hands. His tongue played with her pearl until it was an aching point and then he sucked it into his mouth. He caught her essence, swallowing it down, slaking a thirst that went beyond the physical.

Elua's balls, he'd missed her.