"Do you like it?" Elius asked Rowan as she showed him her dimension.
The place was peaceful, idyllic even with a little cottage surrounded by trees that grew pink blossoms. The immortal had never brought anyone here because it was her most private and special place; somewhere she could retreat to and feel secure within.
"I do," Rowan answered as he placed his arm around her waist, tugging her closer.
Elius smirked at the anti mage, letting her gaze linger over the supple lips that surely tasted like ambrosia. Just the thought of Rowan's mouth on her burning skin brought forth a fresh wave of temptation unlike any other.
"Do you know how to please a woman?" She asked him.
Rowan smiled, letting his fingers run through the nape of her neck where her hair was coiled. He gripped it gently and brought their faces close till they were both staring into each other's eyes.
"I know how to please myself, Elius."
