THE DISCUSSION OF A KING AND QUEEN (3) (VARZIEL'S POV)

He was like a man left in the desert for years and she was like the water offered to him in his dying haze. 

He could not stop drinking her in, sliding his tongue into her mouth for a taste. She faltered for a second before brushing her smooth tongue against his. She moaned breathily, "More." 

Seeming just as hungry for his touch as he was for hers, her fingers tore at his robe, trying to get it off. Varziel tugged on the ties that tied her dress up at her lower back as well, needing more than what he was getting.

She successfully got his robe off of him, and it fell to the floor with a light thump. She then worked on his tunic, opening the buttons that ran down his chest.