RONIN
Even Ronin doesn’t realise how much he’s been craving this sort of touch until her fingers are tugging at his hair, until her arm is wound around his shoulders. Hissing a curse into the sudden heat wrapped around him, his hand runs along the length of Amalia’s thigh, hitching her leg further against him. He hums a note of confusion at the sensation of his towel being tugged away, but the moment of mischief has him smiling into their kiss. Although, now he’s completely naked and Amalia is completely... not.
It’s a problem Ronin plans to rectify, the Star letting his free hand tease beneath her shirt; he has to come up for air eventually, and he draws back from her lips to pull the shirt over her head in one fluid motion, taking a second to admire the curves of her body with heat firing up in his eyes.
There aren’t any charming words, any sly compliments. Not for this - Ronin lets his body do the talking, surging forward again to capture Amalia’s lips anew, his fingers working this time on the buttons of her breeches.
It’s a problem Ronin plans to rectify, the Star letting his free hand tease beneath her shirt; he has to come up for air eventually, and he draws back from her lips to pull the shirt over her head in one fluid motion, taking a second to admire the curves of her body with heat firing up in his eyes.
There aren’t any charming words, any sly compliments. Not for this - Ronin lets his body do the talking, surging forward again to capture Amalia’s lips anew, his fingers working this time on the buttons of her breeches.
one more wish for you
