Despite his best efforts to put it out of his mind, though, Alba soon couldn’t help but ruminate endlessly over what it would be like to—inevitably—give in to a call to someone like him. To be pleasured by a siren—like him. Suddenly acutely aware of the strength of Eridanys’ arms, especially how they swelled beneath the weight of lifting and pushing a brick-laden wheelbarrow from the shed over the uneven, grassy terrain to the house.
