LERRIN
She tasted like honey, and her breath fluttered on his skin like the wings of a summer butterfly.
Suhle freed him from the leathers and the chill breeze hit his skin, but he barely noticed as her hands drew around his hips, to slide down and cup his ass, pushing the leathers before them until they sagged down his legs and he could step out of them, kicking them away without breaking the kiss.
Suhle, he sent, cupping her face and pulling her close.
Step back, she sent back.
Lerrin released her immediately, his heart thundering. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"No, Lerrin," she giggled. "I meant, step back into the bowl. So I can bathe you."
He blinked, then turned his head to find that depression in the earth just a handful of steps away.
