Connor was indeed young and fresh, and his training also meant that he had exceptional control and endurance. If she wanted someone who could very well last the entire night, she had chosen well.

The sounds of his name falling from her lips send another shiver running down his spine, tingling along the entire length. Another sound rose up deep within his throat as she turned her attention to that place upon his neck, and it sent sharp jolts of pleasure through him, pooling into his core.

If that was how good her lips and tongue felt against his throat, not even his wildest imagination could conjure how good it feel everywhere else.

She kisses him then, deep and passionate, and he has to pause, has to stop and press her back against the nearest wall. Has to press himself against her, closing the space that had existed between them. To lift one hand to slip long fingers into her hair and tug softly, to tilt her back to deepen the kiss further, tongue sneaking out from behind the barrier of his lips to tentatively swipe at her own.