Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

The gasp that comes from the usually always put together she-wolf make her seem a little disheveled for once. He decides he really likes that, making her feel frazzled and surprised by his capabilities. Which Donovan is sure she’s acutely aware of but doesn’t want to admit.

At the unusually mind melting words he finalizes the act by giving one more languid stroke of the black appendage against her broken skin. Pulling back he gazes into her eyes and smiles. It’s teasing yet it settles nicely on his handsome face. “I could keep going...” he says raising a brow comically. Though he admits he’s a bit scared of her thinking the words are him making fun of her ritual, which he is not trying to do. To him he’s simply breaking the ice.