We Could Play Pirates.

“I will be yours – sometimes. Always. That I can promise you. As long as you are mine.” His voice was a fervent declaration of his commitment. It was a pledge, a vow spoken without the need to fully articulate it. It was all she needed. A grin encompassed her charcoal face, pulling delightfully across her lips that still panted from the intensity of their kiss moments ago. The pull grew stronger, irresistible. Aresenn's lips met hers once more, this time with a desperation born of desire and the affirmation of their bond.  She could have surrendered herself in body as she had in mind, but instead she pushed. The thing she did best. Fight.

The kiss became a whirlwind, one of passion, a true tempest born of emotions unleashed in a frenzy of need. Absinth nearly clawed her way into Aresenn's embrace, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of him, the taste of him on her lips. Her need was equally frantic, euphoria washing over her in a dizzying rush of adrenaline that coursed through her veins. A low, breathy growl sounded from her maw as she pulled away for a moment, gazing into Aresenn's eyes and seeing only a reflection of her own heated desire. It was exquisite. “Tell me. How do you want me.” She urged, her voice a rugged whisper pressed into the shell of his ear. She hardly waited for a response, her lips making their way to his chin and trailing hungry kisses down his neck and throat. Absinth’s heart drummed within her chest, and all she could feel was his touch, and the burning warmth between their bodies, and an elation she had never thought possible.

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