This time she took the compliment, she could discern no untruths in his gaze as he said the words.  He should have been her enemy, or at least some kind of adversary, but she could not remember a time she had ached for someone like she ached for him now. She moaned when his hips shifted, arching her back to move her body against his.<br/><br/>Her lower lips held the clear evidence of her arousal, swollen and glistening as they were.  “Do it.” She said with a sigh.  “Show me how you worship.”  The words came out as more of a plea than a command.  Later, she wanted to explore every inch of him, to memorize his scars and injuries.  She did not know if he still planned to leave and return to the witches,  but if he did, she wanted a perfect memory of him.<br/><br/>Her hips rose and fell to meet his teasing, almost as if she was trying to urge him inside.  She looked up at him, catching sight of that smile, she arched hips a bit harder to slide her sex against him roughly.<br/><br/>“Please...” The word came out feather-light on her lips.  If he wanted her to beg for it, she would.  She would plead and pray for it.  “Please, Geraint...”