dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
Shifting as he pulls her closer, Dahlia melts against Sunjata as if he's made just for her, both legs hooking around his waist to pin him close against her body. Her lips part to explore his mouth with an eager tongue, her fingers clutching against his shirt as if worried he might slip away at any moment. Moaning something soft and indulgent into their kiss, she parts to gaze up at him through hooded eyes, tracking every flush and scar on his skin.
"I think you might be my favourite, Sunjata," she informs him, letting her touch whisper along his strong jawline, tracing the scar that cuts against his smile and pressing her lips there shortly afterwards. "If you weren't so involved in King's End, I'd have a mind to keep you here with me." Alas, things to do, regions to rule. Nevertheless, he's here now, and the Reaper has had her eye on him since that first meeting in the House of Midnight.
She doesn't plan to waste the opportunity now.
"I think you might be my favourite, Sunjata," she informs him, letting her touch whisper along his strong jawline, tracing the scar that cuts against his smile and pressing her lips there shortly afterwards. "If you weren't so involved in King's End, I'd have a mind to keep you here with me." Alas, things to do, regions to rule. Nevertheless, he's here now, and the Reaper has had her eye on him since that first meeting in the House of Midnight.
She doesn't plan to waste the opportunity now.
Let me see the heat get to it
