Ouroboros Spine [m] wildfire women

she that he was hard at work, lining the shared space to ensure that winter would not be spent shivering and frigid. a place of warmth, a place of rebirth, a place of comfort. shikoba would have to remind herself to thank him. though, that is in the back of her head for now.

what matters is that he draws near; a brush of the cheek and of her ear. it is gentle and sweet but does little to quench the fire that burns within her body. thankfully, however, she plants a heavy kiss against his cheek in return, knowing that giving is just as important as receiving. a low rumble escapes her throat as if she intends to claim him even when there is no one around to take him away.

a small glance of her eyes to meet his; soon she aims to graze her teeth against his neck as gently as she can manage. damn her heat, it makes her feel out of control; she knows better than to be so forward, despite the fact that this is her mate she is encroaching upon. yet she cannot shake the feeling, the want, the need for him. a deep inhale of his scent now, another low rumble. it is an ancient way to court.