Nathan stopped walking. Silent.
Not a single word escaped his lips.
Morvessa's breath still brushed against his ear—soft, trembling, laced with seduction and hunger. Nathan's hands tightened slightly on the pale thighs wrapped around his waist.
"Play… what?" he asked in a whisper. Half afraid, half curious… but a hundred percent aware: that was an invitation to play with their bodies.
Morvessa rested her chin on his shoulder. "Anything… that can bring us closer…" she whispered.
Nathan shut his eyes for a moment.
Cold sweat trickled down.
Damn… that scent was getting stronger.
Sweet. Soft.
With a blend of fine feathers and the steamy fluids of a thirsty woman.
"Morvessa… we're on our way to the river…" Nathan said, clinging to his sanity in the morning light.
"Exactly~" Morvessa cut him off with a giggle. "Before we get there… there's still time, right?"
Nathan let out a heavy sigh.
But Morvessa didn't stop.
