Tuktu Hinterlands [m] bite marks

the last of his restraint unravels, slipping between them like sand through open fingers.

her words, her touch—she ignites something deep within him. the fire that had smoldered beneath his skin flares, consuming the space between them, electricity sparking at once. the tension between them drawn to a snap.

the air is heavy with the mingling of breath and want. the distant rush of the waterfall fades into nothing, drowned out by the sound of bodies pressing close, of whispered names and ragged breaths.

poetic fade to black