Ravensblood Forest everybody’s gone in the cotton and the corn [m]

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Arturo holds stalwart and true as his nightingale rushes at him at his declaration — the first she has heard it — and for the intent of not instilling senseless guilt in her it is the first time he has given words to his feelings. What matters is that she has heard him now and pleasantly of all, she reciprocated. Age has never mattered much to Arturo and it did not bother him in the slightest that she was about the age of his children with Duana; and though the breaks of his confidence are quite rare it would be a lie to say that he had not found himself worrying if she would find someone younger, someone more physically stronger; or someone of pure blood. His is not pure, tainted devilishly by the blood of his coyote father and his status as coywolf had been a great source of both trouble and doubt in his life. By some miracle, Lotte did not appear to be bothered by these things and further assured him as her teeth raked through fur and against flesh drawing soft shudders of pleasure from the gangster that there was no one else but him. His dalliances were a pale shadow compared to Lotte who had always been, since the first day he had lain eyes upon her, the apple of his eye. The feelings that rapid grew in the wake of his initial attraction had been startling but Arturo loves her and it it something that he feels in the marrow of his bones.

The snake of her body against his draws a small gasping rumble from the Ceannasach’s lips, fanning the flames of his desire for his wife made to burn to a hot intensity by the hormones her body was producing. The desire was always there and he did not believe for a moment that it would ever fade for him but it is hard for him to think of little else than ache within him. The ache that longed for her, that longed to join their bodies so that they could sate their primal hunger for one another and create their legacy; together. While Arturo finds her request strange he does not begrudge her of it, lowering himself to the ground at her behest and rolls onto his back in the snow, the chill a brief reprieve from the heated flush of his skin beneath his fur.

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