#ereborprince

“I decided it might be fun try something different...” she explained in a tone she hoped was seductive.

*tackle hug!!* Miss you toooooo!! Let me know if you ever want to plot out something new or more for our threads :3

Meanwhile, she was wearing a white button shirt and black pencil skirt. Although, she had left a few buttons unbuttoned to show off some cleavage. Shiny red heels and sheerish black thigh-highs completed the outfit, although he would not know they were thigh-highs until a little later. She was also wearing quite a bit more, but that he too would find out soon enough. Hearing his footfalls on the steps, she then moved over to ipod speakers to be ready to turn on the playlist she had put together just for this, once he came inside the room.

“I’m rude? You’re the one talking during the movie.” she countered, struggling to fight the playful smile creeping onto her features.

The look of suspicion made her smile falter slightly. “I’m...I’m fine. Why are you looking at me like that?”

She was sitting up in bed reading, leaning against the headboard, when she felt the bed shift under her husband’s weight as he crawled onto it. Her attention remained on the bed until a pair of lips began to kiss at her neck. Suddenly, the book was quite uninteresting. She hummed approvingly at the kisses, but they did not remain chaste. Her breathing grew a bit heavier, and she could not help the moan that slipped past her lips as he then began to nip, suck, and lick at her flesh in addition to the kisses. Undoubtedly, his affection was leaving behind hickeys, which was rather exciting. Meanwhile, she was absolutely basking in the attention, the book now placed to the side on the nightstand. “God, you’re amazing…” she breathed.

//Yay!! I missed you too :D and I hope things have been going well :3

Tămâioasă românească— his father used to drink at least six glasses of this most evenings - and the scent will forever be associated with his childhood for this reason. It is very, very sweet both to smell and to tasteand through his father, Vlad would often times { when he wasn’t looking }steal a sip or two. That has pretty much stuck with him and although hedoes miss the finer things in life like an aromatic glass of wine now andagain, it reminds him too much of a life he can never return to.