Iktome Plains [m] bouch san

Precious, forthright, powerful woman that she was!

He got close enough to brave a touch and suddenly she was fully beneath him. It was a response he had not expected but had always dreamed for! To be wanted by the women, instead of always on the hunt for them; and now this strange, angry, thirsting bitch had thrown herself at him in a way that (honestly, should have been off-putting, but) thrilled Marius and bolstered his ego tenfold.

It did not take much further cajoling by the woman for Marius to become so invested, and so ready. She glared at him and demanded with her rolling voice, not speaking a single word but still clear with what his role was to be. So the snow-cut man did reach for her hips, and pull her eagerly against his chest.

Marius was conquering something new in this moment: the heathen, the barbarian, the wild woman who smelt as much of heat as she did of the sea, a heady mixture that bewitched him.