Jezabel's skin was hot, marked by a few recent bruises on her ribs and shoulder. He ran his fingers over them gently.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"A little. But I like it when you touch. Keep going."
He caressed her slowly, from the small of her back up to her neck, following the curve of her spine. Jezabel closed her eyes and let out a small sigh of contentment. She leaned in and kissed his neck, then moved down to his collarbone, nibbling just enough to leave a mark.
"You know the others are going to wonder where we are," Klein said between breaths.
"Let them go fuck themselves. I've earned a break... You have too."
She straightened up, sitting on him, and looked him straight in the eyes. Her short hair was messy, her blue eyes shining with a mix of arrogance and raw desire.
"Klein, stop playing the worried leader. I want you... Just you and me, here, in this tent."
