For the Love of... *Sigh.*

Turning her head elegantly the mottled wraith pulled back to gaze at the male, green eyes flashing as she waited with baited breathe to see if he'd finally give into his feelings or if she needed to further persuade him.  Once again she felt the stirrings of battle lust mixing in with her her sexual lust.  It was confusing, it was wonderful and she certainly hoped this man liked it rough.  The lines between physical contact often blurred to the writhing warrior woman.  Touch was touch, pain and ecstasy could cross respective lines and blur into something so divinely sweet.

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