Stiles was more intuitive with this than he had given himself credit for earlier, Dara thought, letting out a breathy moan at the mixed sensations of his finger and mouth. She went on rocking her hips against his hand and her back bowed upward again, her fingers curling in his hair to fist what was long enough to grab.

Dara lifted her head as her back flattened against the mattress again and she was peppering kisses against his forehead and temples.