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

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His breath came hoarsely as he tightened his embrace around her heaving flanks; the sounds she gave into the night air drove him mad and he moved with more force into the lithe body below him. Jinx had become his now, belonged to him in all things, and the possession of her body was only the completion of a binding that had begun long before he had fathomed this moment.

At length, his pace quickened, the severity of his movements intensifying, and he grit out her name once more into the gossamer swell of her ruff, the pleasure of their union centralizing itself in the juncture between nymph and shaman, and mounting inexorably toward that ancient peak.