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“Kiaran’s kiss is fierce, his breathing ragged. ‘Have I ever told you the vow a sìthiche makes when he pledges himself to another?’ He slides his fingers down my neck and his lips are so soft against mine that I barely feel them. ‘Aoram dhuit,’ he breathes. ‘I will worship thee.” — Elizabeth May
Kiaran’s kiss is fierce, his breathing ragged. ‘Have I ever told you the vow a sìthiche makes when he pledges himself to another?’ He slides his fingers down my neck and his lips are so soft against mine that I barely feel them. ‘Aoram dhuit,’ he breathes. ‘I will worship thee.