Deepwood Weald [m] one for the money

fade or time skip? :)

it was being encircled in his arms that she was reminded of their first meetings. the way he'd first spoken her name made atka feel filthy, but she was enticed; always enticed by forbidden things, as dreven once said. he'd always kept her short of breath, fascinated by him.

his teeth traced upwards. atka felt his breath between the fur of her back, a caress in comparison to the falling snow. she'd been ensnared by his words, his touch, many seasons ago, and she did not fight for release. this was release.