Firefly Glen [m] oh i was sure

She wished he’d shut up, left it at the affirmative, but his touch had brought heat to her veins, her eyes, her mouth. She felt fire, saw fire, tasted fire. And where she might’ve rebuffed him any other time, she could now only look at him with intense want – herself unquestioning in this unfettered appetite, the need to sate her bodily desires.

But even without the hormones, she found the shyster’s sharktoothed grin absolutely devastating. Her naturally devilish tastes found this to be a handsome trait she would like to see in her children.

I’ll show you. A purr. A kiss. A proper stance.

* * *

When they came undone, River melted to the ground and languished in the soreness radiating through her. She had been eager to know his strength, and he had proved himself well, yet again. He was full of surprises, it seemed.

Lying on her side, breaths slowing, she lifted her head to regard him approvingly in the afterglow, committing his features to memory.