Firefly Glen a cathedral

the quick denial brings the faintest smirk to his scarred lips. her fidgeting doesn’t escape his notice, and neither does the way she rolls onto her back, the exposed belly drawing him in; moth to a flame. upon his lips comes a husky laugh, warm like the flicker of firelight and it ghosts upon her pale fur. her distraction works; of course it does.

he lowers himself closer, her kiss against his jaw welcomed by a short rumble of please. she is within his grasp in only moments, helpless to his pursuits once more. lorcan presses his face into the delicate curve of her neck, and his hips find hers.

maybe, comes a murmur and his eyes betray his intent with her. depends on what you want, dove.