Maketh feels her breath catch, biting at Rey's neck. Harder this time. Anticipation. She feels pulled taunt, ready for something. Perhaps she's been ready for a long time and only just now realized it. Rey's hands are so warm on her skin, her arm an unyielding force.

Beautiful.

Maketh grins. Hopes Rey can feel it against her skin.

"If you do not continue," she says, matter-of-factly, "I will be very displeased!"