Duskfire Glacier marrok

lousine ached.

she felt his sanguine touch, his teeth grazing the skin of her neck, and she caught aflame with a want she had tried so badly to temper. but it was not just his body that she sought.

she wanted his name. she wanted his children. she wanted it all and the wait was torturous, so torturous that she trembled beneath the slightest brush of him against her, breath caught in her chest, dizziness flooding her head.

why were they waiting?

she was younger than he, but not by much. her body had not yet set itself aflame with womanhood, but that was soon to come. lousine didn't understand and it drove her in endless circles inside her mind, chasing an answer that was not to come.

not from her, at least.

faust, she cupped his jaw with a palm, tilting his head down to hers. her voice was breathy, quiet, lilted with desire. why won't you marry me?