Noctisardor Bypass [m] The taste of liquor on your lips

it worked. she worked. he was hers swiftly and forever, and more now as the veil of her want and promise stirred around them with a pinkwrought glow — mahler and wylla, filling themselves with one another. mahler held his control as long as he was able, reveling in every part of her body against his, her yielding, her desire.
her stark want of him filled mahler with the youthful sensation of eternality.
when mahler was finally no longer able to resist wylla's beckoning, his powerful arms went around her.
rivenwood fell away, his own failures, the raid, the pain blossoming in his body.
there was only her, only his breath and her own twining, only two individuals who had lost one year and were determined to harmonize until the memory of that space was all but forgotten.