Once again, Seamus found himself on the losing side of the bargain. Honestly, he needed to make sure Isolde suffered just as much as he did.
He did not want this to end like the Corvane conflict, where he and the others were forced to keep running, wounded, cornered, and slowly dying.
So he grabbed a handful of her silver hair while she was busy licking his cock. She lifted her head, eyes half-lidded, as if silently asking what he wanted, her hand still stroking his shaft in slow, deliberate movements that made him hiss.
He straightened his posture and leaned back against the headboard, forcing himself to regain control.
"I think we need to talk about your involvement in all the conflicts you created," he said, breathless despite himself. "I want you to end what you started."
Isolde's hand slid up to the tip, her thumb brushing over the sensitive opening as she smiled.
"So you want me to stay by your side all the time?" she teased softly. "That is rather sweet."
