Her grandmother always called them the Fair Folk. Her mother
muttered about fairies. Kate was not sure what her father’s opinion had been,
he had become a victim of the forest that surrounded their village soon after
she was born, but most of the other villagers had a fearful respect for the
beings who called the forest home.
There was no shyness in her.
As the hands stroked over her, only the thin cotton of her gown between their
large hands and her skin, she gave into the pleasure. Long fingers caressed her
back, her shoulders, her hips, always close but never close enough to the fire
that was growing in her.
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