Glacielle kissed Lucian deeply and passionately. As she melted into his arms, her icy blue eyes closed. Her soft curves fit perfectly against the hard planes of his body.
She took her time, enjoying how he tasted and felt, putting all of her pent-up desire and love into this one perfect moment.
"Smoochh... mppphhh... mawsterww... mppphhh... ahhh..." She starts to make a lot of noises in the kisses that it made Lucian's cock hard right away.
Her thin fingers worked quickly on him and carefully to take off each piece of armor, one by one. The loud clangs and clatter of the armor being put away echoed in the charged silence of the tent.
As each piece was taken off, more of Lucian's tanned, muscular flesh was revealed. His skin shone in the flickering candlelight.
Glacielle's breath caught in her throat as she looked at him, her eyes hungrily roaming over the strong expanse of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, and the thick, sinewy muscles of his arms.
