Soft, she was so very soft. Her lips, her body pressed against him. Even Mila, while always a woman of passion, had never been particularly soft. not like the blonde angel currently clinging to him.
He pillaged her mouth, and she plundered his, had her family not been mere feet away he might have been tempted to take her into the forest so they both could find satisfaction. but alas, she was already pulling away. her eyes wide with the shock of what she had done, cheeks pink, like a woman who had been well loved, but needed more. he smirked, reaching for her, more then happy to ablige her.
She stepped back, asking him to wait before he followed her, leaving him with naught but the scent of her hair, the burning on his lips and the burning desire to make her his.
