Ravensblood Forest light of my life, fire of my loins [m]

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Her eager cry spurred him, but he forced himself the time to nose beneath her lusty plume and taste the richness of the pearl that had been forbidden him in her youth. A shuddering breath ripped from the man, but he was at last unable to halt the urgings of her body, of his own, and he settled himself upon her gently, embracing her, the slim corded waist that he had watched dance with her wanting breaths for what seemed an eternity.

The shaman wished to speak, wished to say something that would boast the sentiment of the moment, but he could think of nothing, for his senses were wrapped in her, and in the next second he had pushed into Jinx softly, testing the waters as it were before he hilted himself in the clasping hotness of her and died to himself completely with a strangled hiss.