"You make me wild with desire," he admits. "The passion your touch stirs within my soul brings out parts of me that I have not been able to access for...quite some time."

This is not a bad thing. Neither is the image that he now has in his own mind, of her body writhing beneath his mouth. It causes his own breath to catch, and he strokes his fingertips over her wings in response. He wants more of her touch, more of her mouth on him.