Two Eyes Cenote [m] when i bend to your whim

hers.
she led him in a hasty tangle to her quarters, quiet sounds and desperate clawing; unfurling atop her bedfurs, torn apart and stitched together anew. and in this time, she held him in the palm of her proverbial hand.

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sated, for now, though the hunger still refused to be quelled entirely. she kisses the scruff of his chin and tucks her lanky limbs up close to his chest.
doubt began to shatter the heavy afterglow in a way she had not considered before, and her nerves leapt into the cataclysmic pounding of her heart. did he want this? was he sure? she inhales shakily as she finds him with a gaze filled with a love so tender it might bruise.