Shadewood all the saints of notre dame

For one terrifying moment, Riley feared he’d ruined everything by speaking of his past. She’d moved away, and suddenly Riley was terrified of that empty space between them. Yet true to form, Masque was nothing but graceful — kind, even, as she pragmatically informed him that wouldn’t be possible.

In the next breath she suggested they practice. Riley stifled a laugh as she buried her head between his throat and neck. He reached for her then, marveling the hardness of her body, the warmth of her fur against his, the alienness that was feeling another being pressed firm against your skin. Oh, yes. He informed her gravely, struggling to keep a straight face as he brushed the crimson fur along her cheek. I think I will need a lot of practice.