Herbalists' Cache but my aching soul

gjalla's breath shuddered as his teeth grazed her ear, a surge of warmth spreading through her as he kissed the delicate curve there. It was a silent claim, but it spoke louder than words ever could. her pulse thrummed, still erratic from their fight, but her temper simmered—not entirely soothed, but no longer fierce. not entirely.

her heart was a treacherous thing, thudding violently in her chest. She had expected it from fight, but instead it beat for him, every touch a reminder of how much he had come to mean. 

"i suppose it means I like a challenge. even an arrogant one." his kiss to her throat was like fire, and she could feel her resolve crack. his breath against her skin was enough to send her thoughts scattering. he presses closer and there a shift in his voice, made her muscles tremble in anticipation. He knew—he always knew.

the confession isn’t new, but the way he says it is. it traps her breath in her lungs—her body went still. it did something to her chest. she didn’t need time to think, not anymore. she knew what she wanted, even if it scared her. 

she turned her head to meet his gaze, a mirrored hunger. "so take me," she whispered. it was as close to surrender as she would ever come.