Her mouth doesn't leave her, not for a second, leaving her kisses like prayers, scattered holy words about Magni's body. Reverent in the way of devouring, tasting the water on her skin like a holy drink. The salt of the skin below it.

She goes, wandering, - stops only when she has to push back in the water a little to shift her angle. To replace her hands with her mouth on her breasts. Closing around her nipple, sucking harshly on a skin with her eyes - flicking up. Watching her tentatively to know if it is ... alright, certainly, but - enough, too little, too much, most especially.

Watching her, as gently, she scrapes her teeth over such sensitive skin.