MJOLNIR'S HAND
Resumar Leonidas knew.
He knew the moment her sweet juices had flooded his throat the first time that she was the one. Athani tasted just as she smelled, like sweet tangerines and whether it was due to her own natural scent or the biogenics treatments she had undergone, Resumar did not care in the least. Her scent was driving him mad. He had been with women before, but this was so very different. Athani's body was like a temple that he wanted to explore over and over again, and for the last two hours that is what he had done. He did not grow tired of caressing her skin or allowing his hands to roam freely over her supple flesh, exploring every crevice to its fullest extent. His father had once told him that when he found the one he desired above all others, it would not matter how intimately he knew her body, for every time would be better than the last and there was always something new to discover. Resumar was discovering that to be very true.
