She smelled of her own musk, strands of hair escaping her braid to tickle his face.
She rose and approached, resting back on her heels in front of him, close enough for him to smell her musk and feel her heat.
He smelled like a heady mix of male musk and something so faint and sweet, it made her want to press her face to the skin of his chest for a better smell.
He smelled of his own musk and darkness, an alluring mix that made her blood burn.
The scent of her musk and sweat made him look longer than he intended to.