67 Solitude

AYLETH

They'd wrestled and blocked during the training, but it was an entirely different kind of contact. Abrasive and swift. Not this powerful onslaught of him.

He'd swooped on her as soon as he realized what she was asking, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip and he'd pulled her in, taking her mouth, teasing her with his tongue. It was overwhelming and wonderful, and she fell into it willingly, gasping for him as the fire in her belly roared to life.