Silverlight Terrace [m] salt whining

Alaric would never make another feel bad for things they did not do as well as he. But he knew this type of running came easier to him than most. So he had tried to hold himself back a little.

He allowed her perusal. Did not move yet. But his body quivered as it always did in thr anticipation.

He leaned forward to learn her scent. And then began a slow perusal. He'd learn all her secrets and then give them back. He was a trader after all. A brush along back and shoulder. A dip to hollow of throat and shoulders.