The follies of youth were apparent in Edrei: there was no need for him to do anything when she practically (and pretty much literally) fell into his lap. In fact, he hadn’t even been looking for anything when he showed up at her doorstep—quite the opposite, since he’d come to apologize. Then one thing had lead to another, and here they were, bickering and bantering as if they knew each other well. They didn’t, but clinging to anything that felt familiar felt necessary in the face of so much unknown. Plus, if it was true that he’d done nothing, that didn’t exactly reflect well on her. ”A patient hunter knows how to use bait, set traps, and lure his prey to him. A novice actually stalks it.” He could keep turning this around on her. Indeed, Edy would do well to remember his penchant for wordplay. Just because he wasn't educated didn't mean he wasn't clever in his own way.
Winking at the woman, he then grinned broadly. ”But let’s say I really was just a useless lump that. If that's the case, you musta been pretty desperate to jump my bones.” A wicked gleam formed in his eyes. ”Did tha roight proper lady want ta roll in ta hay wi’ a commoner?” It wouldn’t be the first time that a blueblood had wondered and wandered; however, in this particular case, Edy was anything but a right proper lady. Actually, if there was something that was the complete and totally antithesis of that, it was her.
As she swatted his hand away and jumped up, he easily caught her and held her in his arms, wrapped around her. His palms splayed across her lower back as his fingertips began to trace patterns there; they tightened as he deepened the kiss, suddenly ravenous for more. Perhaps the roll in the hay would be more apt than he realized. The setting wasn’t ideal, but he’d see where this took them. For now, he would simply carry her. She was pretty light—and he was quite strong, even stronger than he looked—which meant he could keep this up for a while, especially since she so clearly knew what she was doing. Her legs around him and her hands and her darting tongue were indeed riling him up; he just wanted to return the favor, if he could, by leaving her hungry for more. It had been a while, but this wasn’t something anyone forgot.
koel ambray
Taking the path of most resistance
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