Almost immediately she deepened the kiss, pressing up against him. He felt so good, so solid, like safety and security and someone who wanted her. She trailed her fingertips against his chest where the shirt was unbuttoned.
Mordred placed his hand at her waist, pulling her closer to him. His skin burned as she trailed her hands down his chest. He was dizzy, or perhaps that was the feeling of magic swirling in the air that heightened everything. He hummed against her lips, nipping the bottom one gently.
The only way they could get closer, after he wrapped his arm around her middle, was if their clothes came off. She whimpered a little at his teeth in her lip, and scraped at his bare skin.