Horus watched her, his dark eyes following her every move as she climbed from the tub, the candlelight tracing along her curves like a painter’s brush. He leaned back, one arm resting lazily on the rim of the tub, his other hand still clutching the bottle of rum she’d handed him. His grin widened as she retrieved the potions, her confident stride as captivating as the droplets trailing down her scarred skin.
He accepted the bottle she handed him with a mock toast.
When she settled on the bed, legs spread in invitation, and began her slow, tantalizing play, Horus felt the heat in his blood roar to life. He set the empty bottle aside and pushed himself to stand, the water sluicing off him in rivulets, leaving his skin glistening in the warm light. He didn’t rush. No, Horus was a man who knew how to savor a moment, especially one like this.
He climbed onto the bed with a predator’s grace, his hands bracing on either side of her hips as he leaned in. His lips hovered just above hers, their breaths mingling, the space between them electric.
With that, his mouth claimed hers, the kiss deep and fervent as his hands roamed her body, worshipping every scar and every curve. The promise of the night stretched before them, a symphony of whispered names, shared heat, and the unspoken bond of two souls who refused to be tamed.
@Celine Vonn
He accepted the bottle she handed him with a mock toast.
To living with no regrets, aye? And to making sure the morning crew earns their hazard pay for the racket we’re about to make.With a smirk, he downed the contents, the tang of the potion lingering on his tongue as his gaze swept her body with open appreciation.
When she settled on the bed, legs spread in invitation, and began her slow, tantalizing play, Horus felt the heat in his blood roar to life. He set the empty bottle aside and pushed himself to stand, the water sluicing off him in rivulets, leaving his skin glistening in the warm light. He didn’t rush. No, Horus was a man who knew how to savor a moment, especially one like this.
You do have a talent for commanding an audience, love,he said, his voice a low, velvet drawl as he approached the bed.
But if you think I’m content to stay a spectator, you’ve sorely underestimated my sense of adventure.
He climbed onto the bed with a predator’s grace, his hands bracing on either side of her hips as he leaned in. His lips hovered just above hers, their breaths mingling, the space between them electric.
Now, as for your little declaration…His voice dropped to a teasing whisper.
Let’s make sure they hear you from Rivain to Antiva, shall we?
With that, his mouth claimed hers, the kiss deep and fervent as his hands roamed her body, worshipping every scar and every curve. The promise of the night stretched before them, a symphony of whispered names, shared heat, and the unspoken bond of two souls who refused to be tamed.
@Celine Vonn
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