Caution: Explicit content ahead…
Elian;
For someone who is usually so dangerously composed… Zephan looks like a trembling mess right now.
I don't know what's come over me, but all of a sudden, this is what I want.
Him. His hands on me. His eyes filled with this much… hunger as he looks at me.
The way his scent has shifted and pulls me further down the maddening path of lust I'm on, like an aphrodisiac.
I haven't been as sure of anything in such a long time.
His eyes. His touch… His now husky voice… It all drowns out that feeling of dread I felt earlier. His presence is soothing me in ways even my magic couldn't.
That comfort is enough for me to keep going.
It's enough to assure me that our bond is real, and I need him in more ways than I may have cared to admit.
My hand travels down his chest… Down his soft, pink nipple, and he sucks in a breath as my fingers brush past it.
I smirk, but keep going.
