Duskfire Glacier [m]wen se solèy la

His previous forays in to pleasure had been utterly unlike this. He had not had to fight the woman so heartily, nor been met with such resistance. It wasn't true resistance either; he could see in the way her body bent or her blows glanced, even in the way she stared him down, there was a want there. She could have taken off at any point and been free of him, and didn't.

That stare agitated him and Tulimaq could not help how rough he grew with her. Bruises would be the least of her concern as he grew impatient, and further demanding, and let his physicality speak for him; it was the way of Tartok and it was his way, within his blood. Her children would carry his strength — of that he was certain.

Cornered — he loomed, rumbling like an avalanche ready to overwhelm the flame of her body. Tulimaq was worked up enough that he might strive to take what was owed him, now that she could be pinned. He held off only long enough to stare her down.