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the slide of her body alongside his own fired his senses, and he reached with a snare of lips to pluck at the fur of her flank. the fragrance that surrounded them both was heady, and lasher found himself quickly drunk upon the absinthe of her desire. "tá tú álainn," the druid whispered, struck by the sight of her, the play of the moon upon her pelt, the desire rampant in her eyes. blue willow was a genteel and conservative woman -- he rather loved the way that her cycles brought down such walls.

from the dialect of donnelaith he slipped into julien's tones -- "femme merveilleuse." he circled her and ran the length of his tongue along blue willow's shoulder. temptation writhed in him; he sorely wished to embrace her now, but imposed upon his mind the will to lengthen the moment.