Fuck, it's so hard not to purr at the first word on her lips. It echoes as his 'hunting' and 'riding' had, things to be enjoyed indoors. Instead, he murmurs softly as his kisses start to divert down her collar bone.

Sweeney pauses and hovers. "I'll have a new one fashioned fer you."

That's the only reprieve she's offered before his mouth continues in a similar path as his hand had. By the time it's traversing the swell of her breast, his affections are wet, sucking things, like she's a sun-kissed fruit to be savored.

When he finally reaches its apex, he sucks her nipple softly, grazing it with his tongue behind his lips. The grip on her other pulls a bit more firmly in unison.