…..:::::|. Fifty-Foot-O-Rope Inn .|:::::…..
She kissed him with a bit too much of a whimper and his mind snapped back to the present. He stared at her; expression flat and hot. If any other instance had been fuzzy he was very present now. Zero else mattered, to either of them. Not the Venge or those mancers or this accursed buzzing, not their Agency or even the pit of regret in her gut. The world could have cracked in half and there would still have been only the two of them.
Her mouth was trembling out begging words for anything of his he would give her. He wanted to pet and shower compliments on that exquisite instrument but his need now to take her was far too strong.
He remembered something about thighs and took the opportunity to shift them so he could wrap those round hocks just where he wanted them on his waist.
His lips parted as he stared down into her eyes, and his voice never sounded so sincere. "I want to make you mine."