Ciara bit her lip and made a reassuring sound: “Mm-hmm”. Ciara’s whole body reacted with acceptance which made her thighs shudder and long whimpering moans escape from her lips: “Yes! Signs of the Times
Ciara O’Faolain pursed her deep red lips as her calm gray eyes studied the wilted roses she had found in her prized garden. Graymantle had arrived to greet them, but Ciara had uncharacteristically sent him away with just a light touch on his shoulder. She was already awake, but she had stayed cuddling her son until she knew Sean had woken too. It made him look at her in the eyes. For some reason Graymantle had not liked Niamh, though, and the feeling had obviously been mutual. Ciara’s long black hair rained past the small of her back, and she brushed her fingers through it a couple of times, smiling at her son. That’s really strange.”
“Hmm…” Ciara muttered. Oonghh!” He might have intended to make her stop, but a sudden and orgasmic shudder made him moan and he instinctively pulled her closer instead.
