Dragoncrest Cliffs a wasting of my time

there were no words for the warmth that rosalyn filled her with in that moment. nothing could compare to it. the sense of security and ease.

"our fangs are yours."

she did not speak on the softness that overcome her face and gaze. only sought to affectionately, and appreciatively, press kisses to the scarred woman in a peppering manner.

you are so wonderful.