Krem shivered in Gannicus's arms, nearly boneless with desire. His knees slipped helplessly wider on the leaves, even as he tried to hitch his hips up against Gannicus's rough movement, even as Gannicus pulled him to it. He could feel how wet he was, down his thighs.

"You will," he breathed, sharp and desperate but quiet as the night because he could only manage so much air. "Maker, you will."