Aelin Ashryver
I should be doing hw, but . . . Oh well
Farryn's breath hitched as he pressed harder with his knee. She reached up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back down to her. Maybe they had both had too much wine. In any case, Farryn wanted more of him, his touch, his taste, his warmth. She moaned softly as his hands moved over her body, caressing her in every way.