Chapter 40: Do not speak

He followed the path of her nose, softly pressed his thumbs into her cheeks. With his hands near her nose, she breathed in his wonderful spicy scent. She loved how he was always clean; even after he had practiced with his sword, he smelled better than any human, male or female.

In that moment, while her heart hammered and her skin tingled with pleasure, she knew he was a wizard. Of pleasure. She opened her mouth to tell him that and remembered she was supposed to be quiet. She scowled up at the silver roof. She wanted to ask questions. Many questions.

In a strange way, the fact that she couldn't ask questions intensified her pleasure. Unable to ask questions, she was forced to focus on the experience, was denied a way to escape the intense experience with logic.