Boartusk Heights cherrywine [m]

but kynareth did not heed her.
he questioned her.
white-hot rage, choking teya as she pulled away. a sensation she did not understand. but she had not come here to be understood, or to speak, or to explain. she had come for him, for the way that he managed to make himself the center of her world for a time, the land the sea the sky spreading above them both.
as if to answer her pain and her rage, the heavens paled suddenly to dove-grey, releasing an unexpected mist of rain.
teya stood caught in it, staring up at the concerned face of kynareth.
"after," she begged, the feel of his powerful jaws around her nape having fired her flesh for the things she wanted from him. "i tell you after."
once the physical and the psychological did not war so heavily inside her; once she had been exhausted enough to retrieve the pieces of herself.
breathless, shivering, seeking him again.