"How can you tolerate such heat?" Geliriel found him working in the forge behind their manor late one night. Sweat dripped from his glorious, long red hair and down his back, making her shiver with anticipation. Amrod did not answer. Instead, he cleared the workbench and lifted her up onto it. His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of her. It seemed he was on the edge of hysteria, yet she only recognized his passion. Divesting her of her clothes, and his, he made love to his wife, their fire burning even hotter than that of the forge.
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