Boartusk Heights cherrywine [m]

can fade here or after another round!

teya had no such guilt. a man like kynareth: why, she had already suspected he might have a wife, perhaps more of them. he was his own island and his own presence. even as he made her laugh with the rush of breath over her ribcage, she felt she could smell the saints upon him, the nameless wolves that clung in scents to his fur.
she curved herself beneath him, reaching out to wrap her forelegs around his heavy shoulders and oull him to her, and up, to kiss his deviously purring face and to know he was true and existent.
much had shifted within her world.
she hoped that he would not, and tempted him with a flutter of tailtip along her thighs.
she could be as late as she wished to brecheliant.