Part 4 - Curiosity
By Lady E
Air has thickened into a veil of unspoken want between us, and our sharp breaths are shredding it.
“My curiosity is not yet sated.” Aragorn’s voice crouches to me like a preying beast from the dark woods.
“What more do you desire to know?” I ask, letting the faintest of smiles flicker on my face. The brand of his hand rests on my hipbone, and my body is suddenly molten glass, glowing and translucent, his to shape as he will.
“This,” he whispers, cupping my chin.
The kiss is deep and the taste of wine has never been more intoxicating.
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