he swallows thickly, breath hot and heavy as he watches them, attempting with all of his might to remain focused, to not let how overwhelmed he feels inwardly exposed itself across porcelain features. "tell me where you want to be touched..." he murmurs as firmly as he can, easier to achieve now his voice darkens, deepens, huskier than it had been before now that desire was coursing through his bloodstream; red hot.

THE SONG OF THE BLACKBERRY FAIRY My berries cluster black and thick For rich and poor alike to pic. I’ll tear your dress, and cling, and tease, And scratch your hands and arms and knees. I’ll stain your fingers and your face, And then I’ll laugh at your disgrace. But when the bramble-jelly’s made’ You’ll find your trouble well repaid. This is my favorite song of the book! 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

This is a little book of fairy songs! Flower Fairies of the Autumn is one of the loveliest, prettiest and whimsical book I’ve own! 🧚‍♀️