The last of his own clothing soon follows hers, the heat of his erection no longer muffled by fabric, and only further encouraged by the touch of her skin. A hand trails down her body to between her legs. Calloused fingers rub her own heat, tempered only by the caution of exploring new lands. As desperately as he wants Yennefer, he's making sure every part of her invites him in.

All of this only proves to be more excruciating. Teeth pull at her lower lip even as his hips roll, seeking out that contact, that motion that both of them want.