"Mm... Yes," Ianthe murmured against Dawn's lips, warm hard moving over bare breast and hardened nipple. Things were heating up nicely. Teeth were a wonderful sensation and she wanted more, wanted them everywhere. Bite and scrape and nip and just more, more, more... it was such a tease that one little bite.

Bone hand coming to rest on the flat of Dawn's back, between her scapula, Ianthe pressed the tips into the skin at the spine to help release any tension that had been carried there, a whisper of her necromancy used in her touch. They other hand joined it, outside the dress, gathering up fabric that way. Her kiss was hungry now that she was being touched, and there was just too much clothing in the way. A few more moments and she pulled back, hands moving to lift the dress up off Dawn.