He swallowed her gasp with a kiss, tongue echoing the movements of his hands as they worked her body like clay, molded her into a creature of sensation and need. The pressure wasn’t heavy, but the roll of keen fingers against her nipples stabbed the tender tissue in surprising arcs of pain-tinged pleasure she didn’t remember from the last time he touched her. At the edge of too-much, the demon smoothed the thin fabric of her tunic, his caress soothing the pinch back into a heavy, pleasing ache.