RONIN
Her touch was exquisite, her voice a soft and breathy purr in his ears, and he ached to see the sadness on her face. It was something altogether too real for him to respond in any way that wasn’t ridiculously human; one of Ronin’s hands came up, softly cupping his goddess’s cheek even as her gaze dropped and her fingers danced through the water. Was it the magic of the place that filled his mind with Safrin in that moment? Or something altogether more primal?
Whatever the cause, his thoughts were consumed with starlight and midnight, with her celestial beauty and her passion, with the tinkle of her laughter and the soft and sensuous press of her touch. Her touch which, even as the thoughts invaded his mind, walked teasingly up the length of his chest.
”An afterthought? Never,” he said, a shiver running through him (from the top of his head to the tip of his cock, he might add) as a result of her not-quite-full attention. ”You are my goddess, but you would be radiant to me regardless. I mean it.”
Whatever the cause, his thoughts were consumed with starlight and midnight, with her celestial beauty and her passion, with the tinkle of her laughter and the soft and sensuous press of her touch. Her touch which, even as the thoughts invaded his mind, walked teasingly up the length of his chest.
”An afterthought? Never,” he said, a shiver running through him (from the top of his head to the tip of his cock, he might add) as a result of her not-quite-full attention. ”You are my goddess, but you would be radiant to me regardless. I mean it.”
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