<span style="color: DarkRed"><i>"Oh, the thought had crossed my mind... But I wonder, what could a slim, delicate thing like you possibly do to overpower a seasoned warrior like myself? That I'd like to see.."</i></span><br/><br/>Thuren grins, raising one eyebrow to convey an unspoken meaning, asking if she'd given up yet. As she traces down his side with her nail, he shudders slightly, the stiffness in his pants growing a bit as he wishes she'd dig into him right there, claw down his back, rake him with nails and really hurt him, really thrill him. But he quickly recovers from the brief flight of fantasy and continues with her neck, kneading all those sensitive spots where a kiss, or a well skilled touch, can send shivers down your spine.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><i>"If I'm being too gentle, just let me know..</i></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>