there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Well. This had escalated quickly and quite pleasantly, and Loren wasn’t going to complain about any part of it. Although he was incredibly inexperienced, despite his encounter with Frey—having only had sex with one person, fooled around with another, kissed a third, none of them women—he wasn’t a complete idiot, and the alcohol and the heat, and the presence of two hot people was enough to get him roused (in more ways than one) and moving.As soon as he felt Sunjata’s hot words in the summoner’s ear, followed by the nip of the other man’s teeth, the Launceleyn let out a little moan. It was true he had a lot to learn, but he had always been a quick study. Then came the kiss. It didn’t take long for Lusea (and the other man) to make it clear that she expected more from Loren. Fortunately for her, he didn’t need much encouragement: as soon as her arm tightened against his shoulders and neck, he deepened the kiss. His tongue darted forward, meeting her eager hunger with his own. As her hips rolled against his groin, he groaned, his teeth seeking out her lower lip to return the bite she gave him as well.
Of course, the other man was there as well, a more than welcome presence at Loren's back; Sunjata’s fingers trailed down the arm the Launceleyn had around Lusea, before tangling in her hair. The other hand tugged at the summoner’s shirt, which basically fell apart at the seams. He didn’t mind in the slightest, because just then Sunjata moved to gently nudge the Launceleyn’s other arm from where it rested on Lusea’s thigh. That was all it took for Loren to slide his hand under her shirt to cup her breast, fingers feather light as they moved in a slow circle. Simultaneously, the hand around her back slipped under the waist of her pants, trailing over to her hip. Here, his fingers dug in, slightly rough as they found her bare skin.
As her lips fell away and Sunjata’s teeth bit at the back of Loren’s neck he let out a gasp, before arching his back to press himself against Lusea. It seemed that she had a similar idea, since she moved forward at the same time. She spoke that language he’d heard from the other man once before. It was still as harsh and as musical as the summoner remembered. Uncaring what they said—presumably something private, not for his ears, though she nipped at one of his so he really didn’t mind—he decided that the other two were wearing far too many clothes for his liking. Indeed, it seemed downright unfair that he was the only one who was shirtless. So he gave her breast one final caress before shifting his hands to the hem of her shirt to try and tug it off. The angle was awkward and he gave a little growl, but hopefully he’d succeed in his effort.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
