Re: Side Rooms Carrick/Adelice
When Carrick walked in, he was gratified to see the slave was kneeling. Just as she should be.
Now he had a chance to really look at her face, he realised she was far more than pretty - there was a delicate and pale beauty in the fair hair and the unblemished skin. The grotesquerie of the blood-painted lips drew him in.
"You can stand, girl. For the moment, at least."
That mouth had to be dealt with. It was too distracting. He stepped close to her and drank in her scent. Leaning closer, he reached out with one hand and buried his fingers in her hair, tilting her head upwards. His tongue snaked out and slowly lapped across the girl's mouth - not a kiss but a hungry caress, tasting her. He shivered slightly as the blood seemed to melt onto his tongue.