Bearclaw Valley [m] Increasingly common practise of grill parties and consensual cannibalism

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The prince did not let her down. For every one of her touches, he released a sound that she swore she could feel course through her veins. Her skin burned so hot she thought they might melt through every bit of snow and land on the muddy earth below. 

When he pressed his face into her fur, Arielle lifted her arms to pull him even closer and still it didn't feel like he was close enough. 

When Aves lifted his head to look at her, what she saw in his eyes stole her breath. She hadn't even known until that moment how deeply she wanted him to look at her in that way. He would find devotion and need in her own gaze—a need she had never felt this intensely before.

He murmured her name and her heart jumped erratically in her chest. She tightened her arms around him as he planted kisses all over her face and paired them with nips that sent electricity across her skin. She closed her eyes and reveled in the affection. I am yours, the bruin-heart whispered when she was able to. She had been for some time without even realizing it. But now, she knew the truth in the deepest reaches of her soul.