Swaddled in the warmth of his charm, she let herself be lowered onto the bed. He crawled on after her, up her legs and between her thighs. The room was dark too but she could make out the silhouette of him, the sharp planes of his face, the ice of his eyes. His breath was warm as he breathed onto her. Her nipples were hard, suddenly so sensitive she fancied if he merely breathed on them she would cry out.