Ravensblood Forest A Reoccurring Dream

It’s an awkward tangle of limbs and a battle of strength. Donovan, who was just losing his side of the battle, gains the upper hand once more. He’s able to push her onto her back and he decides that he likes where this is going. With his jaws around her throat he even decides to let go, golden eyes peering up at her suggestively, he gives a few languid licks up her neck. Then nibbling her jawline he snickers low in his throat. “I’m done fighting, dear.” He hums, caging her I’m beneath him.

Pulling back he looks down to her affectionately for a moment. “You’re beautiful.” He whispers down to her. Eyes full of a heated lust combined with a sweet want.