Firefly Glen a cathedral

her breath catches, chest heaving as his words settle over her like a heavy cloak. you. they echo in her mind, consuming her thoughts until there’s nothing left but the rasp of his voice and the fleeting touch of his nose against her fur.

"yeah?" she whispers, his name barely audible, her voice trembling with uncertainty. looking for confirmation, truth. her pulse thrums against his lips as his teeth graze her neck, leaving trails of fire in their wake, coaxing her to lean into him, to close the space between them despite the warning bells ringing in her head.

mine. the word sends a jolt through her, and she swallows hard, her ears flicking back as her wide eyes search his, saccharine sweet. she’s never heard him like this before, never felt the weight of his desire so heavy, so consuming.

"want you, too," her voice lowers to a murmur, the admission is soft, broken, her heart pounding so loudly she wonders if he can hear it. yours. let me be yours. she wonders—is this what it feels like to fall?