Rolan into 2026
Day 1: NSFW "We shouldn't be doing this."
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The Sorcerous Sundries archive needed to be reorganized. Since taking charge of Ramazith's Tower, Rolan had come across so many improperly categorized tomes that the whole system basically needed to be re-shelved. And that's what Coren volunteered to help with.
It'd only been a few weeks since Coren returned to the Tower, and she was trying to make herself as useful as possible. So Coren naturally offered to help Rolan on this massive undertaking. Alone, it might take Rolan weeks to complete. And at the rate they were currently going, it would take them even longer. Because they should be shelving books right now, but that task had come to an abrupt halt.
One of Coren's hands dug her nails into his arm, the other gripped the back of his neck as he ran his warm lips over her cool skin. Only the sweet sound of Coren's rapid breaths filled the dusty Sundries' archive. Sounds she made for him as his teeth grazed her collar bone and his hips drove himself deeper into her. Gods he had missed her while she was away, but she had come back to him. She wanted him.
Rolan adjusted his grip on her ass, angling her better against the bookcase to pound into her slick with renewed fervor. Another book slid off the shelf by Coren's head and hit the floor with a thunk. The sound echoed through the closed chamber. It wasn't long ago the sun began to fade under the horizon and while they were alone, a few employees still lingered in the shop below them. Rolan had locked the door, that was a trifling spell barely more than a flick of the wrist, but his desire for Coren burned too hot for him to waste time doing anything about the sound. They might still be found out. Found in this unprofessional predicament.
Reluctantly, he removed his mouth from her skin. "We shouldn't be doing this," Rolan gasped. Coren locked her legs around his hips, squeezing him in her thighs.
"Probably not," she panted. Coren threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging it back to meet his eyes. "are you going to stop?"
"Certainly not."
