But what if?

As Ulric slowly kissed and nibbled his way up her spine until he covered her, Eska growled softly with pleasure and anticipation. Each little touch sent electricity coursing between them. She wanted him like she had never wanted another wolf and hoped that it never changed. Eska leaned into him, reflexively shifting her hips upwards as his paw slid around her hip. "Please," she purred, not able to wait any longer. He was intoxicating. The love that he had for her was all consuming and she couldn't wait for him to devour her with that love.

Ulric sank into her and Eska released a shuddering gasp, her spine arching as she pressed into him. He was gentle with her but rough where she needed it. He knew just how she liked it and, even though she was still healing, he gave her everything that she needed. As he whispered into her ear, Eska clenched her teeth and raised her head, sliding her cheek along his. What had she done to deserve a god like this in her life? The culmination of pleasure and love soon brought Eska to heights rarely reached.

-Stuff. Things. Fades-

Afterwards as the pair of lovers basked upon the giant bed together, Eska smiled. She had shifted her position so that she used Ulric's stomach as a pillow for her sore neck. She needed a bath, but it could wait. For now, she simply wanted to soak up this moment that they shared. Now that she could breathe again and she was able to make sounds other than moans, the brindled fae cast her sulfuric gaze upwards towards her mans face. "I love you too."

"Eska"