Noctisardor Bypass We're sunflowers in the rain

mahler growled lowly and nipped at her breastbone. the snow rose around them and his arms tightened around wylla briefly.
he pressed her lightly into the drifts, chuckling, but her lithe frame beneath his had changed their romping into something more pointed. he was male after all, and suddenly aware of the warmth rising between them.
the [graf lifted his crown from where he had been aiming ticklish kisses toward wylla's stomach, only looking at her for a long and heated moment.