“What do you wish of me?” Cylvan asked, pushing up Saffron’s shirt to kiss a line up his stomach, and Saffron’s amusement melted into small gasps. “I wish…” He gulped, arching his back and resting his head backward. “I wish… to never be apart from you, ever again.” “Don’t wish that,” Cylvan argued, tongue finding one of Saffron’s nipples and making Saffron shiver. “I will give you that freely.” “It’s all I want—Cylvan.” Cylvan’s hands pressed into the inner curve of Saffron’s waist, pulling his hips up to tilt against the tops of his thighs. It curled Saffron’s back, opening his legs for
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