The only answer he got that time was a moan, as she threw her head back and clutched her fingers in the coverlets.
He loved making her fall apart just using his mouth, and this time was no exception — he licked and kissed into her, losing himself in pleasing her completely.
She couldn’t get enough of him. They’d been apart for only a few months, after knowing each other only a few weeks, and all she wanted was to lock herself away with him forever. (Possibly the fact that he’d apparently still been listening to his fellow knights even while they were parted had something to do with this.)
She had no idea how long he teased, licked, kissed and stroked her to completion — it could have been hours or merely minutes. He left her gasping, helpless in his hands, wrung out with desire. She managed to say, at one point, raggedly, “I meant to be doing this to you,” before he silenced her again.
And at one point there was a brief commotion outside the door — it sounded rather like someone officious looking for them, and being pointedly prevented by a guard. There was some muffled swearing involved.