Exton

Sunlight slowly intrudes. Keon fights waking until a soft hand traces the white circle on his chest. He breathes slowly, enjoying the feel of a fingernail following the red lines. He had seen it in the mirror. It was a rune, but one he did not recognize. That didn't matter. What did matter was the beautiful woman who was sharing her bed with him. His hand closes over hers and he raises it to his mouth. His lips moves gently, caressing her palm.

He breathes deep, taking in her scent. Cassie. His dark eyes open slowly. The dark depths of her deep blue eyes sparkle in the morning light. His gaze trails over her form, appreciating every inch not under the sheet. Cassie shimmers, the sunlight dancing on her bare skin like dawn on the ocean. Her hair is tousled, exposing the small gills near her ears. He pulls her down, nuzzling into her neck. His kisses tease, trailing just past the gills to whisper in her ear. His voice is a soft burr, heavy with sleep and Irish brogue.

"Have ye come ta wear me out again, me siren? Ye fair have me drunk on yer beauty. I am besotted..."