Sleepy Fox Hollow she tells me 'worship in the bedroom'

breath mingled with her own as mahler closed his eyes, feeling the pleasant pluck of her teeth through his charcoal hackles. hungered for it, he had found a desire for a certain melancholy in his couplings, something altogether unhealthy and dark and the wistfulness of ketzia's mouth parted warm for his own laps and nudges.
he pressed his crown between her shoulderblades, growling a low response as his sigh came shuddering and his body ached for the sorrow to be passed out.