Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

faust huffed, amused, but he didn’t deny her.
he moved in close, closing the space between them with the slow intent of a predator closing in on its prey. his shadow fell over her, the heat of him pressing near before his lips finally met hers—just enough. a tease.
his kiss was slow, lingering, full of the quiet dominance that made his touch feel heavier than it was. but just as quickly as she began to melt into it, as soon as he felt her body start to react, he pulled away.
his lips barely ghosted over hers as he spoke, voice a deep rasp. you are insatiable, girl.
he watched her, searching her face, waiting for it—waiting for that little whimper to slip from her throat, for her to chase after the space he’d left between them.