Pack Run

~Alaric~

As I stepped into the walk-in closet, anticipation thrumming through my veins, the sight that greeted me stole the breath from my lungs. Azaria stood before me, adorned in the ceremonial leathers I had crafted for her, her beauty radiating like a beacon in the dimly lit space. A rush of desire coursing through my veins, I took in every exquisite detail of her appearance.

The leather hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her every curve and contour. I couldn't tear my gaze away, captivated by the sight of her. Without a word, I closed the distance between us, my movements urgent and desperate as I pulled her into my embrace. Our lips met in a fervent kiss, the heat of our passion igniting like wildfire between us. Azaria responded with equal fervor, her hands tangling in my hair as she pressed her body against mine.

"Azaria..." I said between kissing her, pleading with her.