RONIN
Breathless and loving it, Ronin's eyes were like hazy points of blue fire as Safrin pulled him back, the fingers in his hair having only served to further spur him on. His grip on her relaxed to something more like a caress, and he gazed upon her with an expression of pure awe; the prisms of light that beamed and pulsed from her, the points of crimson on her cheeks mirrored in his own. Her name fell from his lips and he shivered with it, the hunter unsure of much more than the taste of Safrin lingering on his lips, the water lapping against him, the pulse of blood in his ears.
She moved, beckoned him, and he followed eagerly at her call. The water clung to him, dripping from skin flushed by much more than the temperature of the pool, and he sank into the cushions of the chaise lounge without really knowing how his feet had carried him there. Ronin watched her like she was the heavens and the stars and all the world below, the shadows that flickered all around catching in all the right places. He watched, rock hard in his arousal, barely able to keep his hands to himself.
She moved, beckoned him, and he followed eagerly at her call. The water clung to him, dripping from skin flushed by much more than the temperature of the pool, and he sank into the cushions of the chaise lounge without really knowing how his feet had carried him there. Ronin watched her like she was the heavens and the stars and all the world below, the shadows that flickered all around catching in all the right places. He watched, rock hard in his arousal, barely able to keep his hands to himself.
what?
