Starglow Basin corazon

It was a dedication he’d never once heard from the lips of Solana; a commitment that flattered the masculine self and ignited a surge of feeling for the fair-faced woman he had valued thus far only for her cool-toned beauty. Her eyes shone like two moons and in his own the red planets were transfixed. He used his mouth to join their lips, his shoulders to round her upon the dirt. Words were only wind; Osiel intended to have her every way a man could.

“Then you will be mine– and I your’s,” his teeth explore the curve of her temple, and when she looks up at him he kisses her in a way he never does his wife.

“Gather your things," he rolls the commands into her lips between licks,  "we will leave in the morning.”