Her skin feels almost painfully sensitive, afire from all these ministrations, and her breathing is stuttered and rapid. One hand tangles in his hair, the other fists at the base of his spine, and she moves under him as shamelessly as...

Well. As a married woman fervently in love with her husband, who is doing his utmost to demonstrate his own affections and succeeding admirably. The thought makes her laugh a little. "You are a wonder," she murmurs. "If you were this skilled a Ranger, I do not wonder at your success in the field."