Rising Sun Valley [m] gwo pwen

remains, not something fresh. something chewed over and picked on; she ignored the choicer cuts and cast her eyes over him with a slow crawl.
mireille found him good to look at, handsome; her skin was warming to him even now and she touched her lips with tongue.
but it was not good enough. anyone could find carrion. she wanted her test fulfilled before he embraced her hips, and leant back on one forearm with a raised brow as if to say it.
if he would not, another would; they both knew this, and the obsidian waited for him to capitulate.