Important Matters (Part One)

For several intense moments, nothing existed for Ashlynn beyond the feel of Nyrielle's lithe body pressed up against her own, the press of their lips and the dance of their tongues. The faint scent of Nyrielle's lavender soap filled her nose and the soft texture of silk lace beneath her fingertips reassured her that, even as her mind drifted on waves of pleasure that pulsed all the way down to the most sensitive of places between her thighs, this moment, this touch, this woman in her arms… was real. 

The dream they'd shared months ago felt like a dim, pale imitation for the love of her life that teased and tantalized every sense as they held each other beneath the moonlight. No dream, not even a mystical vision that connected them across a distance of hundreds of leagues, could ever compare to the reality of the person their hearts most desired.