Duskfire Glacier [m] stargirl

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faust was not a gentle man.
but something about her—this girl, this creature beneath him—made him slow. made him hover over her, studying the way she writhed, the way she trembled under the weight of his presence. she was pliant, willing, a thing made of silk and warmth, and he was… gods, he was barely keeping himself in check.
his breath was rough against her throat as he traced the curve of her jaw with his nose, his lips grazing over the sensitive skin there. her voice, her whimpers, they tested the last frayed edge of his resolve, and when she whispered that plea—raw, desperate—he felt something snap inside him.
without thinking, he shifted, pressing her back against the cool stone, settling himself between her parted legs. his arms were firm, anchoring her in place, paws digging just enough to leave an imprint, a silent claim. he kissed down her collarbone, her ribs, the soft plane of her stomach, each touch intentional, each movement slow, torturous.
you don't know what you're asking for, he rasped against her skin, though he knew she did. she knew exactly. his lips curled into something almost cruel, but the way he ran his tongue along her hip was anything but.