Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

his breath fanned warm over her belly as he traced the delicate curve of her, his nose brushing against the soft, exposed skin. she laid herself bare for him, and he took his time, slow, wanting.
her whimper was a song in his ears, a quiet plea wrapped in reverence. faust was no gentle man, but here, with her, he indulged in the rare softness she pulled from him. he pressed a kiss to the hollow of her hip, lingering, savoring.
i agree, he murmured at last, voice deep and thick, curling in the air between them like smoke.
he lifted his head, eyes burning as they met hers. she wanted him to consume her, to own her, to be everything, and he—he would give her all of it, if she asked.
for a little longer.
his mouth found her throat then, sharp teeth grazing, teasing, as his weight settled over her.

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