Kindred Spirits

“How was your night?” He queried.

Couldn’t have been too bad. I smelled no blood or Cimmerii. Nor did I hear any unusual ruckus. And he’d been listening.

“Not bad.” She slid her undergarments down her milky white legs. And crawled under his coverlet next to him.

“How was the last fortnight?”

“You know well it was fine. I had a minor argument.”

“And?” He leaned up to look at her.

How’d that go?

“Your bodyguard handled it.” He explained.

Phalanx. Of course, he did. Savage relaxed.

“And the bartering?”

“Shut up, Jax.” She slid atop him. Palms and breasts pressed to his chest. Her legs outside his. Her mouth brushing along one side of his jaw before moving on to the other as she trailed sensual little kisses along it. “Make love to me.”

Absolutely! He lurched up and caught her in a vise grip. His mouth consuming hers as his tongue engaged in the wild dance with her