Duskfire Glacier [m] good taste is for people who can't afford sapphires

wintersbane has no desire to resist, despite that there is some rational, responsible corner of his mind that tells him that he should at least consider it. yet, in this regard he has never listened to it before — why start now? in everything, instinct was always the stronger pull and it was drawing him towards lane as if she were a siren in command of the riptide he was caught in. he lets out another rumble; of desire, of passion lit with a spark that became a fire slowly spreading thru him.

he draws near and nearer still, circling her in a slow, tight circle; asking silent permission with a playful nip to her hip. a last chance to chase him away.