He walked his fingers up her leg, staring at her ankle. He went up her calf, the path of his fingers leaving a longing tingling behind; they brushed behind her knee, which was surprisingly sensitive and made her twitch. He stopped a few inches away from the apex of her thighs, his palm going to cover where she had carved the runes into her skin. He leaned down and kissed the scars with a closed mouth, and then again with an open mouth. He nipped at her and then soothed his tongue over the marks when she yelped. 