(Hurray!!! We've gotten to the 200 benchmark and I'm so happy you all are here. Let's hit that 300 mark together, okay?)
Damar, ever the observer, focused on the details. He stayed at my side, then his cool slender fingers weaved through mine. His other hand was busy elsewhere, his fingertips light as feathers as they traced the sensitive skin of my inner arm and the slope of my shoulder.
He watched my face with a feral intensity, his emerald eyes tracking the flutter of my eyelids and the traces of hanging teardrops. Every time a gasp escaped my lips from Fenric's caresses, his tongue would flick out to taste the air, and then he moved closer to lick the corner of my mouth, offering a refreshing chill that balanced Fenric's fire.
In front of me, Noah knelt in silence.
He watched what they were doing and licked his lips, my taste lingering on them.
He grinned and then began to crawl closer.
"I'm sorry but I'm still not full." He said, reaching for my knees.
