"Ah!" Lara giggled, when he yanked her towards him.

Marcus buried his face in her cleavage and growled. Her scent mingled with the incense that now burned in the corridors of the Pegasus Palace, fanning the lust that was burning inside him. He had been away from her for a very long time.

Lara giggled as he shuffled his face into her chest, growling more. She placed her elbows on the sides of his face in order to stay in her place. When he finally pulled his face away to look at her beautiful face, he said, "I possess anything but a thistle or a thorn. And even if it...