Barrow Fields Lord, show [m]e how to say no to this

Oh Sithis, She murmured to herself as the knot tied between them. Potema whimpered with disappointment as his weight left her. Inexperienced as he was, he was, by far, one of her best lovers. She did not know what kind of man he was, but a part of her wanted to selfishly keep him to herself, to steal him away from the shore and back to the darkness of Blackfeather Woods. She could easily do that with her heat in full swing, she half-thought, wondering if the sandy-legged male would initiate a conversation with her as the others so awkwardly did.