Blackwater Islands blur

her executioner had changed; grown into himself. his sharp edges had hardened, his gait predatory and slinking despite the sheer mass of his figure. the prophet graced him with a touch, simmering with a dark heat unlike anything which had existed between them so far. since that night with ingram, something had awoken within her. a desire which had slept through her youth, only to awaken as she stood at the cusp of maturity.

and now she desired her executioner.

i want you to hunt for me, nearly a purr as she sought to press closer, to wind around his bulk with her own slender frame. but first...