Lost Creek Hollow [m] still water

there was no comparison. morwenna had taken him through a shockingly delightful series of pleasure; such intense enjoyment left him warmly willful but with physicality in demand of a breath.

he did not ask where she had learned. he did not want to know, to have any past between morwenna and himself.

the press of her mouth sent a glissade of rejuvenated want through him; with a low growl, sun eater tightened his arms around the starflower, rolling them until she was beneath.

running his teeth across the fur of her chest, the saatsine man buried his crown against the vital drumming of her heartbeat, nuzzling in a new tenderness there — he was ready again for their disintegration into one another.

slate-blue of one eye admired morwenna there, framed by caribou fur and by the snow, pillared between his long dark limbs; his. his