Overture Downs seekers wish

Suliya did not relent! Nor would Winter’s Wake ever want her to.

Not a woman, the snowpanther growled, nipping affectionately at the featherdown of her chest. This woman. And I will chase this woman for as long as she wants to be chased. He pulled back to take in her glorious face: those fierce and brilliant eyes, that stonewash mask, the mischievous arc of her smile.

He desired that such a look could only be given to him.

Wake’s body followed her own as she threshed friskily under him. He would hold her pressed against him until her body made it clear that she wanted to run again. Their dance far from over. I am versatile, he teased. He would take, and he would give. But I am no prey.

The huntress leaned close and made her decree. That he show her. The thoughts of overtaking Suliya filled him with a potent yearning. His ambitions turned quickly immoral. Avariciousness nestled like a scorpion in his belly. She would find her challenge met with a devilish resolve.

Do I seem afraid, sacerdos?

His mouth curled to imagine her lying prone before him.

Velox! He motioned for her to pry herself from his grasp. You must run me ragged before I forget myself!