She looked so beautiful with her dark brown hair fanned out around her in long loose curls. He kissed her cheek gently, needing to be close to her again. Throughout the course of the night, he’d kept her held with his limited magical powers in a state of sleep. Though it had been for his own protection, he had to admit that he liked being able to fully touch her and play with her. He’d first attempted to simply wipe his semen from her smooth stomach but found he couldn’t stop there. No. He felt compelled to clean every inch of her. He’d even gone so far as to rub her body with scented oils. The need to tend to her was an odd feeling for Waylon. He wasn’t nurturing by nature. No warrior was. That was one of the reasons that many figiutatio warriors came equipped with some empath form of power. It aided in their ability to stay human. Whatever that meant. The figiutatio were anything but normal humans.
