Aldric was torn. He knew he should resist, but the allure of temptation in his arms was hard to ignore. He couldn't bring himself to punish her, especially when she was paying for her offense in such an intriguing way - a way he thoroughly enjoyed.
He tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Islinda responded with an aggressive kiss, as if she couldn't get enough of him. She inhaled a soft gasp as he returned the fevor, her mouth parting as he slid his tongue. As their tongues intertwined, Aldric couldn't help but compare the memories his alter ego had tortured him with. He reveled in the warmth of her body, sliding his hand up her back, wishing her clothes weren't in the way.
