oh my goddess

Flush against Sunjata, Isla relishes in the steam and the heat that feels nearly overwhelming, only belatedly realising that she's as needy for the fire now as she was adverse to it as an Ascended. With a shuddering sigh that almost wants to be laugh, she presses another kiss to his scarred cheek even as his hand guides her own to the base of one of his horns. Gripping it hard enough to tilt his head up, the Remedy finally leans in for a taste of his lips. And gods, she's as hungry for his touch as she is to explore his body, rocking her hips against him as his fingers skim along her wrist, her cheek, her breasts, before plunging beneath the water. Moaning her opinion against Sunjata's lips is hopefully enough to tell him what she thinks, because Isla isn't feeling all too eloquent any more. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die