Feather Light (Part Two)

The fire had burned low and the moon had begun its inexorable journey toward the horizon by the time Nyrielle and Ashlynn began their game of Fangs and Feather. The few moments that Nyrielle spent appreciating her lover's beauty left Ashlynn squirming in anticipation as every sense strained to feel the slightest touch. 

Goosebumps rose on her skin as the faintest whisper of a breeze from the shuttered windows drifted through the room. The muscles of her abdomen clenched as she tensed for a faint touch that never came. No sooner had she begun to relax, however, than Nyrielle climbed into the bed. The movement tugged at the bedspread beneath her, triggering Ashlynn's sensitive body yet again as she tensed, waiting for Nyrielle to make her move.