RONIN
Ronin was in swift agreement about that - they were so close, and yet she stood galaxies away compared to how he would have things, if he could choose. She had him caught, did Safrin, and Ronin's view of the world had reduced already to the warm lap of water, the swell of her breasts under soaking fabric, the silk of her touch and the cupid's bow of her lips. A lock of her hair fell against his fingertips and he found himself combing through it, revelling in the beauty of her femininity while simultaneously wanting to move, to take, to have her, and his cock twitched impatiently at the very prospect.
"I want you," he said, gaze dropping to roam over her chest and down to her navel, the rippling and opalescent waves of the pool more a distraction than a pleasure now. His blood was alight with her touch, heating to a fever pitch, and rhyme and reason no longer had any part to play in his responses. Not when her questions were so... well. Blatant.
"I want you so much." Quite when his voice had dropped to something near a growl, and as the other strap from her dress fell into the water, he gazed back up at her face, wanting badly to close the distance between them but not quite daring to take the plunge.
"I want you," he said, gaze dropping to roam over her chest and down to her navel, the rippling and opalescent waves of the pool more a distraction than a pleasure now. His blood was alight with her touch, heating to a fever pitch, and rhyme and reason no longer had any part to play in his responses. Not when her questions were so... well. Blatant.
"I want you so much." Quite when his voice had dropped to something near a growl, and as the other strap from her dress fell into the water, he gazed back up at her face, wanting badly to close the distance between them but not quite daring to take the plunge.
what?
