Meadowlark Prairie i don't always play nice, but i wanna feel your heartlines

The soft sound that slips from Aldric’s parted lips sends a flash of heat across her skin, so intense and brief it leaves her lightheaded for a moment. She hasn’t quite recovered yet when the electric feeling of teeth and tongue against her neck registers, drawing the barest hint of a whine from her. Her own affections cease again, and she melts under his touch. She reclines, head tilting back in response to his questioning gaze — an invitation, and a request. Selfish as it is, she has only one desire in this moment: Aldric’s touch, everywhere.