RONIN
Gods, she was like a slip of silk draped upon the lounge beside him. And, small and delicate though her hands might be, he was like putty beneath them, his back meeting the cushions without any encouragement at all. Lips parted, he let his eyes roam over her within unabashed hunger, every curve, every swell, every movement made sublime by her grace and femininity. It did remind Ronin - too well, in fact - of the full spectrum of his sexuality, and a groan that was damned near a growl rumbled in his chest as she swung a leg across his lap.
One hand palmed her breast (which begged for the attention of his lips and tongue in his humble opinion), the other grazing down across her hips and thigh. Only her mouth captured his attention fully, Ronin's eyes slipping shut as starfire roared through his veins. The Dark Star gasped into the kiss as her hips rocked against his cock, her wetness a teasing promise of what might come if she would only hitch closer. "Safrin," he moaned, shameless in his need for her. "...Please."
One hand palmed her breast (which begged for the attention of his lips and tongue in his humble opinion), the other grazing down across her hips and thigh. Only her mouth captured his attention fully, Ronin's eyes slipping shut as starfire roared through his veins. The Dark Star gasped into the kiss as her hips rocked against his cock, her wetness a teasing promise of what might come if she would only hitch closer. "Safrin," he moaned, shameless in his need for her. "...Please."
what?
