Hild felt as though she were floating, adrift on a sea of warm feelings, physical and emotional. His lips felt blissfully soft against her skin, matched by the rough brush of his beard, threatening to tickle the most sensitive parts of her skin.

"Nothing," she laughed, deep in her throat. Her mind was a peaceful blank. She moved forward, obeying his pull. Her hips ground down against him, unconsciously, naturally.

"Anything. Whatever you wish."