"I am a very rich man," he says, voice light. "For out of all the treasures in this room...the greatest is right here beneath my hands."

He skates his fingertips over her belly, her ribs, her waist. The tone of his voice shifts a little darker, possessive (but not greedy) and full of desire, gratitude. "And it is all mine."

And he intends to claim it here, let no one question just what energy will remain in the echoes of these walls for those who may stumble upon this hidden city next. He coaxes her leg over his shoulder, ducks his head to kiss at the inside of her thigh, before his lips and tongue move to where she really wants him to be - her arousal between her legs, working her eagerly towards ecstasy.