Fukurosama

23 of June 1485, Scotland He pushed away the chestnut-colored hair from her neck and carefully pulled his fingers over her delicate pale skin. He could feel the blood rush beneath the soft skin, feel how the fragile skin grumbled under his fingers. He leaned over her neck and pressed his lips against the throbbing artery. He could hear the rhythmic pulses of life. A little smile lurked at his lips as he ended the kiss at the familiar sound of Kyleighs flawless laugh. "Cedric?" She whispered sensually when she turned in his arms and watched with triumph in her eyes the golden ring that glittered on his finger. Another ring, identical to his w