Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

Her words don’t make sense. I don’t know what that means. He can’t open his mouth enough to speak the words and he stares at the wall of the cave for a moment, trying to force himself to turn back and tell her that, but when he does, her nose is touching his shoulder. It doesn’t linger long as she moves along his side and he jerks, shifting his weight to stand. A growl rumbles in his chest as the test he’s imagined turns into a failure and he pushes her nose away from him. 

There’s a burning trail along his skin where she’d touched him and he moves forward, nipping at her cheek without making much contact. He’d held on for long enough, long enough that would normally impress him for his restraint, but he can’t feel anything but a burning desire between his legs that’s tinged with disgust for not being able to hold back any longer. His nose presses to her flank and then the back of her leg, between them, and his teeth chatter with excitement.

Everything happens in a blur that he doesn’t know how long it takes but, so far, he’d not noticed any attempts to be stopped. His hips jerk once while he’s hooking one leg around her waist, and then the other, and with balance on both sides pulls her roughly forward to search for his mark.