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

her breath hitched—sharp, shallow. a sound she’d never make for anyone else. not for anyone but him.

gjalla pressed into the crook of his hold like it hurt to be apart. her throat bared for him as his mouth dragged along it, hot and reverent. a confession peeled from the bone—you are mine—it broke something in her. ancient instinct.

she wanted to be. oh, how she wanted to be.
her teeth clenched. “so fuck me. make me yours.”

she wanted it. all of it—all of him. unleashed, unrestrained. “burn for me,” she hissed, barely a whisper. Her tail swept again, baring herself fully now, shameless in her offering. a queen draped in heat and wrath, ready to be ruined—ruined by her king.

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