“Peculiar sorceress. Yes, I will. ” And then he held his breath. “You’re so big. And hard. When I look at your body . . . I get moist for it. ” His lips parted around an exhalation. Puh. Thronos used to be nevertheless reeling from her words. His body aroused hers? Only truthful considering that she made him hard as stone. Yet then her gaze dipped to his chest. To his scars. He stood unclothed before her, and she targeted on the most hated components of his body. She leaned forward. She kissed a scar. His head fell back. Was this her way of apologizing? Of showing her regret? Another feather-light graze of her lips followed. If this used to be the way she expressed remorse, he might be helpless not to forgive her! “And now, what do you assume of mine?” she requested towards his skin. I alm
