Saturday
Aislen lay on her stomach whilst Talen kissed along her back. His strong thumbs massaged over her arse and into her lower back, up over her ribs, and around the edges of the tattoo. He then began kneading into her shoulders, and down her arms, discovering every knot and twist left from her days with the Triquetra, smoothing them out so that she moaned and groaned beneath his touch, relishing it with the greed of someone starving for tenderness.
Talen had not pressed for more information, but instead lavished her with gentle seduction and love-making until she was so lulled into bliss that her body had gone limp and compliant. Her mind had emptied of everything other than a warm fuzz that was helped along by the fact they had drunk most of a bottle of wine between them.
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