She always knew Templars were powerful. The armor they wore probably weighed more than anything she ever wore, possibly even heaving than Aveline's. But it was another thing entirely to feel the muscle structure under her fingers, to know it more intimately, and to be aware that he was entirely willing. Her lips closed around his at the thought, groaning appreciatively into his hold.

Her tongue stroked the roof of his mouth, her concentration wavering only once as the boat rocked beneath them. An arm wrapped around his shoulders for leverage and her hand slipped further up his body, from his abdomen and stomach to his chest, admiring his body and its lines. It was a shame they didn't have enough room; she wanted to explore it with more than just her hands. That could wait for another time, she reminded herself, and to make up for her minor disappointment, her second hand joined the first beneath his shirt. Knuckles slid down his sides slowly, too slowly, and she kissed him with a renewed hunger