Duskfire Glacier marrok

his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, rough and warm, as her tongue brushed against his throat. she knew how to play him, how to make his blood stir. he lowered his head, grazing his muzzle along the curve of her jaw, teeth just barely teasing at the velvet of her ear.
jealous, are you?
his voice was edged with amusement, but there was something gentler beneath it—something reassuring. he knew the feeling. had felt it, perhaps, when she first spoke of her gods, her loyalty given to something beyond him. it was a foolish thing, but it was there all the same.
he nipped lightly at her neck, playful, before drawing back just enough to meet her eyes.
you’ve nothing to worry about. his tone softened, though it was firm, resolute. i am yours, lousine.
his gaze lingered on her, dark and steady, before his lips twitched into that faint smirk again.
but i like it. you being possessive.