Chapitre 76: My Queen and my equal

"Indeed, you would be dead if this had been a real fight," Soren affirms slyly, slipping into my mind with a characteristically naughty grin as he loops his arms around me, drawing me into him, pulling my back hard against his body.

"Or better yet," he adds, pressing his lips firmly against my neck, allowing his tongue to run over the sensitive skin just lightly enough to send a shudder trembling thorough me. "Bitten."

I stifle a groan.

"Yeah, I bet you would like that," I retort, wiggling my way out my grip to retrieve my sword which has since been slung across the ground in the chaos and laid to rest in the arms of a blackberry thicket. I sheath it with a overly dramatic huff, shooting him a sideways look. Soren chuckles darkly, eyeing the sword as his voice sinks to its characteristic low, erotic caress that I have become so attuned to hearing.

"I would like it only it I were the one doing the biting"