Shadowwyn Moor [m] māmila

she melted beneath him like frost meeting the first light of spring, every touch an ignition, every growl a tether pulling her deeper into the storm that was her husband. her breath came in soft, shivering wisps, her body pliant and humming with the remnants of his claim. she knew no god other than the one before her, and she worshipped him utterly.

sun eater, her voice was a quiet ripple, filled with reverence and affection that bordered on adoration. she turned her gaze upon him, aglow with a warmth that could rival any sun. her smile, subtle yet radiant, curved across her lips as she drank him in, a man forged by the heavens themselves.

every fiber of her being was his, as it always had been. his touch was etched into her soul like a signature upon parchment, and she reveled in it, treasured it. he had made her k’edghildza in truth, and she would remain his, steadfast and unyielding as the mountains.

her tail swept the snow in a languid rhythm as she pressed her forehead to his broad chest, listening to the steady thunder of his heartbeat. she tilted her head back, tracing the lines of his face, memorizing each shadow and light.

shall we linger, or shall we hunt? her tone was playful, a breathless tease, though the flush in her cheeks spoke of contentment that only he could bring. she was smitten, utterly and irrevocably, and it was written in every movement, every word, every stolen glance.