(Quillon)
Elian's eyes were full of heat as she ordered him to kiss her. Her voice was electric as her hands softly slid down his back, caressing, painting fire on his body.
He closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the softness of her touch, the warmth of her skin, the addictive scent, wondering whether he was dreaming or whether this was actually happening.
Oh, but he knew, this time, this was not just a dream. This amazing woman was here with him. And he was here with her, in reality.
'Ahh. You, I don't understand you. She orders you to kiss her and you are sitting there like a damn statue.' Ares said with a pout and Quillon showed a middle finger to the wolf.
'I will do whatever I want to do. Why don't you take a nap? A long one.' Quillon snapped back, as he scanned the woma
