“Drink,” Émilie repeated.
Without question he did as asked, the flowers enhanced the flavour of this wine. It was a delightful change from the swill they normally indulged in.
“…all of it,” Émilie said just as Marc was about to pull away.
He hesitated, long enough to catch his breath. He was hot, to the point of perspiration building along his brow, while his breathing was rapid and shallow. Somehow this led to a growing discomfort in his trousers, so Marc adjusted how he sat to permit his little soldier to come to attention.
The smile on Émilie’s lips grew tenfold. A small voice in the back of his head picked up on that change and attempted to raise the alarm. But as his member further hardened, his inhibitions melted away entirely.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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