It was a little unnerving, at first, to feel his claws feeling about her smallclothes, so close to her most sensitive parts, but before she knew it, he had her pressed down against the carriage seat and she was beyond caring. She gasped as his tongue explored and tasted, whimpering impatiently, and when she felt him push aside her smallclothes, her heart skipped a beat and her hips lifted imploringly, thighs opening to encourage him. And then he was touching her, with surprising gentleness, and she let out a moan when she felt him spread her--and already she was hot and wet with need, achingly so.
Because shit, it was a damned turn on to be thrown down like that, she had to admit.
Reaching down, she pulled her kilt up and out of the way and fumbled at the tie that held her smallclothes in place, then undid it, freeing up a leg and kicking until the garment was left hanging around her opposite ankle.
"Oh, you tease," she murmured, rolling her hips up, begging for more.