[Armon’s POV]
"I’ll hold you to it."
Moyra’s face lights up brilliantly as the thought of peace begins to overtake her. I have to admit, I like seeing her like that, it was breathtaking, but did I truly expect anything less from a member of the fae?
Moving forward, I begin to pull at her clothes, possibly ruining the moment, but I planned on making up for it with an even better moment.
"You’re impatient," Moyra sighed, stepping back and grabbing her own shirt.
Giving a mischievous grin, he begins to slowly pull it up so that I am tortured by her smooth porcelain skin coming into view little by little. When she reaches her breasts, she stops, so I am left to stare at the bottom of her twin peaks.
"Are you not going to continue?"