Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

they sat alongside one another, resting from the deepest expression of lust and attraction -- presently lasher turned to lave luke's cheek gently with his salmon tongue. "you are indeed tantalizing," he murmured softly, murkwater eyes beholding the beauty of the other male's handsome features, presently still aglow with the delight of climax.

he preened the side of the pale throat and then fell away, satisfied to sit beside luke and bask in their mingled joy, the scent of love and male masculinity rife in the air roundabout them, and tempered with the delicate fragrances of wildflowers.