We made these

He kissed her with a rough impatience and longing. It had been so long since they had lain together. Between the blight, and the pregnancy, and the birthing. He wanted her, his Ignita. To lay claim to every inch of her body. But he held himself back, and when their lips parted he was gasping for breath. Left with the feeling of not enough.

He leaned his head lightly against her shoulder, and snorted softly at her question. “What foolishness is this?” He brushed his tongue under her chin, up to her lips. “I love every inch of your body, Ignita. Once you’ve healed, I will claim you, and claim you, and claim you.” he said, voice lowering with each word until he was whispering in her ear.


"Basilisk" | "Ignita"