He was a man parched in the desert, suddenly given water to slack his thirst, the affections, the gentle touch feeding in to some aching, monstrous need that needed tamed. Faelyn gave himself over willingly, happy to be strung along and held as his partner saw fit.
It occurred to him then that such debauchery, as wonderful as it was, was not the only thing that required planning. That brought the heat back to his face as he watched Ruth clear away their lunch, staying precisely where he'd been left. He wanted to be good after all.
It occurred to him then that such debauchery, as wonderful as it was, was not the only thing that required planning. That brought the heat back to his face as he watched Ruth clear away their lunch, staying precisely where he'd been left. He wanted to be good after all.
Keep the oil.
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