The first thing you wanted to do was run, but the moment you saw Sylus’s wound you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. So you reluctantly sat in front of him to start tending to the wound on his arm….at least that’s how it started.

The next thing you know, you’re on his lap with your chest pressed against his as his hands roam over you. His wound didn’t hurt him at all and he was tired of fighting his feelings for you. Even though, it seems like you two are like oil and water. Fighting back snappy words as you nipped his throat, causing him to let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl.

“You dare bite my Adam’s apple, little feather? You don’t play fair, aren’t you supposed to be ‘tending my wounds’?” Sylus’s chest rumbles with a laugh as his hands caress your thighs. “I’m going to start with the hottest part of you, and you’re not allowed to stop me until I’ve finished.”