Gannicus leaned over him, pressing Krem to the bed. One hand planted to keep his position, the other kept punishing hold on Krem's hip, dragging him to meet every thrust. The obscene sound of their bodies meeting only served as fuel. His mouth brushed Krem's shoulder, his neck, leaving a trail of bites.

"I dream of this, carissime."

He pushed himself up and his hand smacked across Krem's ass, satisfied to see it move.