Darius stretched full bodied as midafternoon sun filtered in through the high, narrow windows. He had asked Gwen to be up and ready to take care of his needs that most men arose with, and she had done so in spades. The sinfully delicious sounds she had made echoed slightly off the walls, and he had lost count in the times that he'd driven her to the edge with each time easier than the last. There were dark bruises on her pale hips where his fingertips had dug in, and the stinging sensation on his back told him that she had done her own damage. Marks proudly worn for sure. Afterwards, they had fallen back asleep and seemingly missed the morning meal as his stomach so readily made him aware.<br/><br/>Leaning down, he lightly grazed Gwen's neck with his teeth and turned it into a slow, pleased kiss against the sensitive skin. The palm of his hand rubbed insistently between her legs across her mound in an attempt to rest her from sleep.<br/><br/>"Wake, mistress. We have things to do, and most of the day left to do them. The shamans, leatherworkers, and glassman have been informed of our intent to work with them today and I would wager that they are beginning to grow restless."<br/><br/>Pulling on the leather skirt that he favored, Darius stopped to admire the pale, nude body that he now treasured. She looked so innocent as she was, thick grey furs pulled up to her chest. Innocent or not, her body held a fire that he'd not yet experienced in a woman. Inquisitive, sexually deviant, and a spine that could support a mountain. Her intelligence was the rather lovely topping to an altogether lovely package.<br/><br/>Crawling back atop the bed and straddling her beneath him, he leaned down to nuzzle against her ear. "The quicker you rise, the quicker we can get the serious things over with. After that, we're free to play with whatever things that I find for you at the glassmaker." He voice drew quiet as he nipped at her jaw. "Let me assure you, he is a very, very creative man. He is still here for very good reason."