The white sheep of the family
Narrowing his eyes playfully at Weaver, Loren smirked. "I remember." He gave her nipple a little pinch and twist to see how she'd respond, not minding or caring about the scars. His own skin was almost ridiculously smooth, a result of many sessions of healing magic. "But you've already lied, at least by omission, so I figured that and white lies were still on the table." Despite the words, it was clear he was teasing her, and not just verbally.
Still, she got him back, pressing her hips into him. His own bucked up instinctively, and he hummed apologetically. Still, the fingers in her hair tightened and the hand on the back of her head pressed down, deepening the kiss.
Still, she got him back, pressing her hips into him. His own bucked up instinctively, and he hummed apologetically. Still, the fingers in her hair tightened and the hand on the back of her head pressed down, deepening the kiss.
Will blood tell
