Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

"Finally, you understand," Liliana said with a husky chuckle--one that turned into a sharp gasp as his lips proved to be quite industrious, indeed. "I'm simply saying, it's particularly egregious in the mornings. Perhaps we could consider it extra incentive for me to wake up early...?"

His shirt fully unbuttoned now, she spread it open, gliding her hands up the lithe muscles of his chest and then leaned in to press her own bared chest against his, lips once again seeking his throat, his cheeks, his jaw, teasingly pressing kisses everywhere but against his mouth. Her nails dragged downwards, leaving pale lines down his abdomen, then shooed his hands away to finish all of the unbuttoning and unfastening there, too.

"Pick up your mug," she whispered in his ear as she prepared to slide between his legs to her knees on the floor. "It's your birthday, meu amado. Indulge a bit. Let me spoil you."