Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

Elowen’s heart pounded in her chest, the sound deafening in her own ears as he closed in, suffocating the air between them. The words—Lorcan—wrapped around her like an unfamiliar tune, one she couldn’t shake, though she didn’t quite understand the melody. His presence, so near, left her dizzy, as though everything in her world had been reduced to the intensity of his gaze. She tried to steady herself, but his proximity, his easy control over her space, made it impossible to find her footing.

His warm breath against her ear was like a spark to dry tinder, her body tensing instinctively before she could even process the sensation. She stiffened but didn’t move away. Her skin still burned from the touch of his teeth, but it wasn’t quite as uncomfortable now. There was a strange ease in it, as though she had no choice but to accept that his attention—his presence—was hers to navigate however she would. She wasn't entirely against the concept, not whilst heat unfurled in her belly.

Her breath caught as she realized he was waiting for her, expecting her to answer. "E-Elowen," the girl murmured, the sound barely more than a whisper as a wet nose nudged beneath her chin. She didn’t mind, not really, not if this was all there was to it. After all, there was something easier about it this way, something simpler in simply submitting to the quiet space he held around her.