Duck Lake [m] Let it go, paint my body gold

the lake spread and shone and reverie seemed to expand in power and warmth before him. 
a sound in her throat, pulling the primal from him.
lestan was drymouthed and breathless and his heart raced. her sunlashed eyes moved to the place of the scent but all he could do was gather her close.
and this time his want answered her own. he so lightly kissed her face and then moved lower to her throat, to the arch of her shoulder, moving softly and wonderingly and unthinkingly.