The Sentinels Bring your love baby I could bring my shame

she responded to him, the youth of her body resplendent with vitality and firing his own. he forgot the famine, the bare land, the desperation of his own soul; lasher placed the focus of his heart upon her own. her inexperience was a worshipful thing -- not only for the magick of the mayfairs did she seek guidance. slowly his touch became more pointed, the kisses of his mouth more firm.

slowly he moved to arrange her in preparation for the drawing together of their bodies, circling her with the wanting of his body and the response of her own, though taltos paused at length to find rowan's eyes and ask her with a silent expression if she was sure of herself.