book 5: wounds

The possessive nature coming through, it's enough to make Jael's breath catch in her throat. Leaning into his body, leaning into his side... she doesn't want to cling to him, but she does. Held close to his side, tucking into his body. Her head was spinning. Why is her head spinning? Intoxicated by him and scared. Escape was never an option. From day one, it hadn't. Already his from the get, but now? Nothing was more clear now.

She shakes her head, the softest nuh-uh in her throat. Why did she want to relax so badly? Melting to his touch, giving into the possession. Bending to his touch, though the fear still coursed through her veins. Afraid, but Jael relies on him. She needs him.

Gilgamesh's voice, the way that it washes over her system, it draws her in. Jael can't get close enough to him, can't get enough of him, despite the fact she's still scared. Scared, but more afraid of letting go than holding on. Whimpering softly. Fear and need layered together, but Jael's chest aches. Permissive. Her head dips, muzzle pushing into Gil's. Lapping at the sides, mixed kisses and appeasement.

"I'm yours... I'm yours..." the words are soft, breathy. Permissive, trying to appease him. Though he still bled, this is more important. Eyes wide as she looks up, vulnerable against his side. Jael needed him.