full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun grinned at her laughter. The woman had a sense of humor it seemed. Good. Most of the people he’d encountered here—well, Amalia, the only person he’d encountered here—had been entirely too serious. While he hadn’t been in the mood to banter with the baker, Wessex seemed down for a good time.
If not for sex. Amun pouted at her, though amusement glittered in his eyes. His free hand slid down his bare chest, until dipping under the waist of his shorts. ”What, you don’t like what you see, Princess?” He was pretty, even in this entirely inadequate form, and he knew it. However at the look in her eyes when he talked about biting he laughed, a dark and low and sultry sound. ”Sounds like I should save that for a special occasion.”
If not for sex. Amun pouted at her, though amusement glittered in his eyes. His free hand slid down his bare chest, until dipping under the waist of his shorts. ”What, you don’t like what you see, Princess?” He was pretty, even in this entirely inadequate form, and he knew it. However at the look in her eyes when he talked about biting he laughed, a dark and low and sultry sound. ”Sounds like I should save that for a special occasion.”
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