Deepwood Weald [m] and you can hold me, like he held her

again mesmerized, again belonging in whole to her. lestan listened to the moan of her cried words and felt surely the rightness around their needful connection.
the kiss was hot between them, lestan wrapped in her limbs and she in his. but for her he sated them again; for himself he took them to a slower syncopation until his own tones were hoarsened anew with a splendid pleasure.
honeyblue found her eyes, the press of his kiss was upon her collarbone as they both calmed themselves beneath the sprawl of pretty trees which had served as their bower.
lestan was captured and weak and delighted; he lay back in repose to look at her in equal worship.