Hella
We materialise in my room at my parents home. It’s a large black stone Manor House with four round turrets at each corner, my rooms are on the top floor within the east turret.
It is cold and dark in the room and with a quick flick of my wrist I send magic to light each of the black candles around the room and the large stone fire place roars to life. In the soft light I can see my room is untouched just as I left it when I headed for Crawley Hall. I however am not untouched since I left, so much has changed in my life, in me.
I dare to look into the eyes of my mate and they still sparkle with need. His perfect hard muscular body still pressed tightly against my own. The impressive bulge impossible to ignore. Instinctively I stretch to my tip toes and close the space between our
