Duskfire Glacier [m] selfishly sealing your fate while you slept

mine.

it sinks into her like a blade through the ribs. possessive, final. her name rewritten in his mouth, a carved out space for her in his heart. she gasped beneath him, and suddenly she thinks that there have been too many nights of denying herself this. denying him.

his scent swarms her and she welcomes it in full, blanketed in his warmth. there is a shake in his breath as his jaw locked tight around the scruff of her neck, and it makes her thighs shake. the hunger of it.

she hated how much she needed it. yours yours yours—

her breath catches on a gasp as he pressed her down, legs shifted, instinctive—wide and wanting—claws digging into stone beneath as she arched into him, a whimper on her tongue. needy. a visible show of how she unraveled in the face of him, like thread unwinding from a spool.

"say it again," she hissed, twisted beneath him like something sacred and wrathful, her voice a demand, a plea, a desperation. in response, he bends lower over her—whatever he utters is lost to the haze of her mind, and she registers only how close he is.