As she continued down and began undressing him, Emrys' thoughts finally came back to the present moment and nothing else. He gave her a wicked smile at her words and caressed the side of her face with one hand. "I shouldn't dream of it. I'd only be inviting mockery on myself when I returned the favor later," he pointed out. He had always been a generous lover, and if he was staying the night he couldn't imagine he wouldn't have an opportunity to do so. It was a bit of a shame that this was happening here in the parlor. Emrys wasn't opposed to spontaneous acts of passion by any means, but it did seem a shame to put her dress in jeopardy from both the floor and the mess that followed these sorts of activities. He was exceedingly fond of this dress.

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Some time later he'd collapsed back onto her sofa, both of them in various states of undress and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Emrys pulled her towards him, wrapping an arm over her shoulders. "I love the way you do that," he mumbled into her hair.

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