6
The Flame
Light pink petals rained on Ember’s face as she reached the peak of her desire. She twined her fingers through Marsh’s soft hair, pressing his face down as she climbed over the edge of her pleasure and came undone.
She fell back against the lone lump of grass protruding through the snow, looking up at the cherries strewn about the tree, struggling for breath. Marsh’s grinning face beamed up at her with pride.
“Where did you learn that?”
“I don’t suppose you’d believe I was born with such instincts?”
“I would not.”
Marsh wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and settled back, sitting on his heels. “The armorer’s kid. Angus?”
“Argus,” Ember said.
“He evidently stays quite busy, and his business isn't with the chain mail.”
Ember laughed as she searched around for her c
