The desire was intoxicating. Despite being severe and aloof, Illyana was hardly a virgin, and the eager way Bo surged with her entire being to meet the kiss... Even when she was desired, it was very rarely with the focus, the poise, the skill and hunger unified as they were in the brunette. Bo was somehow the embodiment of sex, and it would be so satisfying, her body knew, promised with a throb and wash of delightful sensation, to wring out the ecstasy to be had between them.

Which was why Illyana urgently slid and suckled from the kiss until she was nearly breathless, nails scratching lines into the back of the chair - and then forcibly pulled herself back upright, tip of her tongue tracing her used lips ad she looked back at Bo. "...I understand something of what Sam sees in you now," she explained, voice unusually low and soft.