Your body tense to the touch as the intense rupture of pleasure transcends us to another place. A place where we only go to expel the raw emotion and ...exual wantonness of the other. The moment fades into distant memory as we drift back to present time and space. Yet I still feel your legs entwined with mine as we lay relaxed until sleep takes over us both. Only the sweetness of the moment remains as I dream. Tender thoughts remain as we met again to become one from the ever sweet and raw. Wanda gasped, open-mouthed, as the redhead tweaked her straining flesh, squeezing her eyes shut as the more experienced lover plucked at a vulnerable peak. Suppressing a squeal, she held her ground admirably, even as she was attacked on multiple fronts: Soon however, the light around them turned red hot. For what felt like an eternity the women tangled together, bodies and minds as one. Wanda waivered back and forth, enraptured moans escaping helpless lips. Both frantically worked against each. She held up a hand. “Thing about Graham is, I don’t need to step in. He’ll never be that guy. And thank God. Fuck, I’m more flawed than him.” Shrugging, she leaned her butt against the old square table. Saw the quirk of his brows just before he looked back down at the stove and she smiled. “So why would a guy like you want to hang out with a guy like him?” “Damn. You… just get right to the point, don’t you?” Shoulders hunched, he scraped the eggs from the pan onto two plates. “Yeah, well. My. On her way, she tried to recall everything she’d ever heard of Niall of Wolverton. Nothing she could recall was reassuring. Everyone knew he was ruthless in battle, a strong leader. There’d been something about a lover dying, a curse, and periodic mysterious absences. Other than that, she couldn’t think of anything at the moment. Her step faltered at the sight of him. He sat in the place of honour at the lord’s table, there yet somehow apart from everyone else. He was an intimidating sight,.