Elion crawled forward on his knees until he knelt directly behind Tessa's raised ass. There was a thin, translucent trickle of her juices already running down the inside of both thighs.
He placed both hands on the firm muscle and squeezed, his fingers digging in firmly into the taut flesh.
"Such strong thighs," he murmured appreciatively. "I wouldn't mind having my neck strangled by these someday."
He gave another firm squeeze, then let his palms glide upward along her ass cheeks until they rested on the curve of her hips. "Remember that training session we did together in Professor Selene's class, when you clobbered me?"
Tessa nodded and glanced back over her shoulder with her brows furrowed. "I do, but why are you bringing that up now of all times?"
"No reason in particular. Back then, we got carried away; things got pretty heated, and Selene had to break us up." He smiled lightly. "I think that's when I decided: That if I ever could, I was going to make you my woman."
