Stir the coals

When he claimed Ignita this time, it was a much slower act, and he rested his head in the crock of her arm sleepily. He was almost tempted to postpone his trip another night and shake away the aches and tiredness that came from their first night of reckless abundance. But he knew he needed to go while the ideas were fresh in his mind, and before he lost his nerve.

The hoarseness of her voice told him just how satisfied she was. She could complain all she wanted, he knew she was as desperate to couple as he was. When he was finally finished with her, he sagged lightly against her small frame. Achingly careful not to crush her as he closed his eyes and made a soft, sleepy noise. Mmmm… perhaps he should just lie right here all day. He had a feeling keeping her hostage two days in a row would not go over well for him.

He knew she was right, damn it. But delaying would only hurt them both. He rose slowly from her, kissing her cheek. “I promise not to claim any more damsels, if you promise not to climb a thing-” a mischievous glint in his eye. “Or a person. Deal?”