His hands fall to her waist as she moves closer. Perhaps it is the drugs, or it is the chaos of the Horizon, that he feels her anticipation like a living, pulsing thing that vibrates the air between them, pinging like a plucked string.

Even his heart beat picks up, waiting for it. His pulse pounds like a temptation, thrumming. His arousal turns from a prickling heat to an ache --

And it's sharper and hotter and worse when her teeth sink in. Jaskier gasps, shuddering, his fingers digging into her hips as he holds on. He curses under his breath, but presses close, licking his lips. "As much as you'd like."

Though at this point, he wouldn't complain if he lost it all, and woke back into his bed.