[A similar fantasy may be fluttering somewhere in the back of his thoughts too. She hardly ever wears skirts or dresses here, but in Ravka, if he could have made her his queen... Well, the Grand Palace has so many alcoves and out-of-the-way rooms they might put to better use. It would be easy enough to smooth her skirts back into place after they'd had their fun, to carry on as if nobody could interpret the real meaning of their flushed faces.
This is nothing more than an idle what if, of course. Alina's warm body under his touch, however, is incredibly vivid. He grips this present thrill in the fore of his mind. Her hands balling in his shirt, her lovely mouth groaning against his shoulder, her body blooming for him as he strokes her folds in a steady rhythm.]
I'm quite serious about my pledge of public indecency...
[There's a touch of irony in their talk of promises and pledges, when he cannot make the kinds of vows he most wants to offer her.
If she wants him to be hers, for now — if she wants to forget that it's only for now...he intends to do all he can to make that happen. He kisses her hair as he pushes a finger inside her, brushing his thumb against her clit.]
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This is nothing more than an idle what if, of course. Alina's warm body under his touch, however, is incredibly vivid. He grips this present thrill in the fore of his mind. Her hands balling in his shirt, her lovely mouth groaning against his shoulder, her body blooming for him as he strokes her folds in a steady rhythm.]
I'm quite serious about my pledge of public indecency...
[There's a touch of irony in their talk of promises and pledges, when he cannot make the kinds of vows he most wants to offer her.
If she wants him to be hers, for now — if she wants to forget that it's only for now...he intends to do all he can to make that happen. He kisses her hair as he pushes a finger inside her, brushing his thumb against her clit.]