"*I want to please you.*" All the blood rushed to Arawn's length at her words and delicate touch. He could see the desire burning behind those emerald jewel-like eyes that were also staring at him innocently, waiting for him to instruct her on what to do next.
Seeing and feeling her soft body the night before left him wanting to ravage her like a beast. "*You do take my breath when you say such things,*" he whispered by her ear and felt his cock twitch from her shiver. He could instruct her and find his release. But looking at her Arawn knew he couldn't stop there.
Evanna started to turn around, her hand teasing the bulge in his breeches as she leaned towards him, her lips meeting his. She tasted so, so sweet. Arawn pulled away and placed his hand above hers, halting the action that wanted him to do so much more, like plunging his throbbing length into her delicate, warm flower. Flower.
