cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

Though a nagging part of Remi will always think that Isla doesn't feel the same way about him despite evidence to the contrary, still her words have his heart skipping a beat as his knees shake and threaten to give out.

Standing between her thighs with her clothes now a puddle on the ground next to him, the wendigo runs his hands up the outside of her legs as he allows his own to bend in time with his descent. Kneeling at the edge of her bed and placing her thighs on his shoulders, Remi looks up the length of Isla slowly before his eyes meet hers. "You will forgive me if it seems like it has been a while." He murmurs, though for the first time so far, Remi seems entirely confident despite the truth of his warning.

Having wanted the taste of Isla on his lips for far longer than he could say, and made all the more desperate for her thanks to the sampling he'd had the day before, he's still painfully slow to get to the heart of his task. Kissing his way down the inside of one thigh with teeth that grasp lightly at her fair skin before his lips kiss away any pain he might have caused, his hands roam farther ahead to curl around her lower back and lift her hips as if she were some platter of food that he wanted to tip into his mouth out of haste, rather than merely eating off of.

If ever there was a moment it would be better to be a wendigo, it might have been now; despite needing to breathe and with muscles that could be taxed and tired by his ministrations, Remi pressed his tongue into the depths of Isla with the sort of glacial slowness that suggested the act was as much for him as it was for her. Curling his tongue backward and raising his mouth to her clit as if to bring her own wetness in addition to his own, the wendigo moans indulgently.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!