Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

and she did. she wanted to live and breathe faust — some days she felt she almost wanted him to own her, control her every move. a vessel. vessels for one another and one another alone.

lousine whimpered. in the space he created she filled the void by rolling over onto her back, limbs dangling in the air, taut pink belly and narrow, jutting hips exposed for his eyes alone. a vulnerable position. he could cut her open, if he wanted to, right then and there — and if that were to happen she didn't think she would have stopped him.

i think i've changed my mind, she cooed. i think i'm content with staying inside for a little longer. how about you?