Rosewater Oasis [m] remember your pride

her touch, her teeth, the way she claws at him—he feels her answer in every eager motion, in every quivering breath stolen between them.

he is victorious.

she is his.

his jaw tightens as her tusks tease, a flicker of something dark and pleased curling at the edges of his lips. his body presses into hers, shadow and gold swallowing her whole, an unspoken claim written in the language of touch and breath.

you tempt a god, he murmurs, voice a molten whisper against her ear.

his tongue swipes over the mark of his choosing—her throat, her shoulder—his teeth grazing where flesh is softest. he wants her to feel it, to know what she has surrendered herself to.

she is his queen, soon to be his wife, and tonight, she will be remade beneath his touch, forged in divinity, in fire.