The heat and passion, the edge of desperation, called to her own growing sense of loss. She pushed him against the nearest wall and splayed her body across his, leaving no room between them. The elf-fire rose immediately, and all the fear, tension and horror of the past days fed the call, turning her need into a living, breathing beast too hungry to be denied. Althir shifted the pack on her back, stripping it down her arms and tossing it over one of his own shoulders. Then his arms were around her again. She gasped when he turned her so her back was to the wall, but she didn’t stop kissing him. Running her hands over his chest, his shoulders, up into his hair to hold his head close. His tension was her tension, the flex of hard muscles a complement to her soft curves, the darkness around them a blanket of comfort that only made each caress, nip and kiss more intense. His lips on her throat started a shiver down her spine. His hand closing over her breast made her arch into his touch, grinding her hips against his erection.
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