Crow brought Genevieve further within the room until they now stood closer to the bed than the door. The moonlight behind them had allowed the duo a rather romantic setting as his fingers were hungry to extract her buttons from their stubborn slits. For an instant, he struggled before attempting to pull his dagger from his shoe before finding her hand to meet with his own to cease him.
“You do not need to rush with me…” She spoke in a desire to bask in their reconciliation as opposed to rushing through it to enjoy the immediate pleasure that would allow them if they were to undress and make love quickly. He nodded in agreement before returning a kiss to her lips, his fingers slipping through her long dark locks and pulling the pins that kept it cemented to her cranium. When her dark choc
