Fucking Iridelle In Bedroom And Bathroom

"I truly missed you, Iridelle," Alaric murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, those captivating purple pools that always seemed to reflect a galaxy of emotions. "This… this body of yours. Academy training is no substitute for this."

 

Iridelle's breath hitched again, a soft sound lost in the suddenly charged air of the room. "Young Master Alaric…" she breathed out, the words a mix of surprise and something deeper, something akin to fervent anticipation. Her hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, tightened their grip, her fingers digging lightly into the fabric of his tunic.