Lucas took a few strands of her brown, loosely braided hair between his fingers. He brought them to his nose, inhaling deep, and the scent hit him, pleasant and soft, like wildflowers and clean linen, with a hint of the herbs she'd been handling. He loved it, the way it grounded him, stirred him, made his cock twitch in his robe as he imagined what was coming next.
Lira's amber eyes flicked up to meet his, catching the intensity in his gaze, and a flush crept up her neck, her lips parting slightly. Lucas didn't wait, his hands moving to her chest, sliding over the thin fabric of her tunic to caress her perky breasts, his fingers tracing their shape, feeling them firm and warm beneath his touch.
Lira's breath hitched, and she moaned gently, the sound soft but immediate, her body responding to him like it always did, her nipples hardening under the cloth as a wave of heat flooded her.
