Ravensblood Forest [m] salt binding

their coupling a war he revels in, a battle waged on instinct and raw need. the sea lass beneath him, meeting his force with her own, each of her breaths hitching like a challenge he’s more than willing to answer.

she arches, urging him forward, and he obliges—driven wild by her movements, her scent, the salt-slick air that clings to them both. claws dig deeper into the earth as he anchors himself.

his breath is ragged now, interspersed with snarls of pleasure. the forest around them a blur, shadow and light spinning in tandem with the fevered pitch of their union.

fade? owo