Elia moaned softly at Thomas' kiss. Wine and promises... Her hands slowly traced the line of sides and slid beneath his shirt. His skin felt delicious and she couldn't help wondering how it would feel to lay against his naked form... Riverlord. His was a land of greening hills and slow rivers and would that be his lovemaking? Slow and langorous or a rushing torrent? She longed to find out and gave up thinking as their hips met. The fires flared as he asked a very silly question for someone about to take a Martell to bed...
Her fingernails raked lightly down his back. "Yield, my lord? Battle's not yet even joined," she whispered against his jaw as she kissed the pulsing point on his throat.