Kahili is a generous lover.
Ardyn's back hits the sheets, not in a turbulence of lust, but gently, with grace, like a caress amongst sacred silks. Ardyn goes down with a breathy sigh and warm hands caressing his hips. His head tips back against the pillows with the exploration of lips on his neck, a mouth whispering of his beauty. Ardyn's body thrums like a young boy in love, led by a gentle, guiding hand as he succumbs to this feeling of intensity.
The beginnings of pleasure whisper down his body—a hand holding his waist, dragging down, pushing past the barrier of cloth that separates them. Ardyn grows bare. The fabric is set aside. He's exposed, his heart laid out for anyone to see how wildly it races with desire. Kahili takes him in hand, and Ardyn shudders.
It's not possible, at thi
