Status Updates From Lakesedge (World at the Lak...

"I take his hands, push back his sleeves, and kiss every mended cut on his arms. I unlace his shirt and gather the fabric into my fists, pulling until it untucks. He sits very still, letting me lift his shirt slowly over his head. His skin is warm, patterned with scars. It’s so strange and precious to see him like this, bared and flushed and mine."

Tender and gets the feelings across

"He reaches for the topmost button at the base of my neck. Each time he undoes a button he marks the newly bared place with a kiss, going all the way down my spine. My pulse beats hard in my throat, my chest, my stomach. With each button, with each kiss, I unravel further until I’m breathless and unsteady."

You know, you don't have to be extra explicit for these scenes to work, we feel the yearning and dedication

All I can say is, ‘I think I understand. I wish the others did, too. Everyone is so busy fearing you that they don’t see it—how much you care for them.’

Slowly, Rowan reaches toward me. His fingers are smeared with pollen from the flowers. I hold my breath as he traces the line of my throat, a dozen images flickering through my mind of what he might do next—of what I might want him to do.

Damnnn girlie

He frowns at my teasing. Then he tentatively touches the mark. A few tiny sparks of magic scatter into the air between us. He watches them fade. ‘You’re far beyond anything I could teach you, Violeta.’

‘Oh, I don’t know. You might give me some advice on how to split kindling. You missed observance while you were cutting all that firewood.’
Scowling, he turns to the altar.

I love when he's grumpy and she is teasing