you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
It's blood, and the sting of pain along his shoulders only makes it sweeter for Ronin. The hand braced overhead is tipped with talons that grip and tear into the soft earth and wildflowers, and the other will likely leave a handprint shaped bruise against Remi's hip and upper thigh - but so be it. It's you, he moans, the words coming as if from through a thick haze crackled through with pleasure. You do this to me.
And as ecstasy begins to threaten like an itch up the back of his legs and agains the balls of his feet, Ronin clutches the Lullaby closer, possessive in his need to take and have and fuck. He's lost to anything but chasing his own end by now, snatching in a breath as sweat begins to bead along his spine, his thrusts hard and deep, caring nothing about mingling pleasure and pain as he feels himself near the brink.
And as ecstasy begins to threaten like an itch up the back of his legs and agains the balls of his feet, Ronin clutches the Lullaby closer, possessive in his need to take and have and fuck. He's lost to anything but chasing his own end by now, snatching in a breath as sweat begins to bead along his spine, his thrusts hard and deep, caring nothing about mingling pleasure and pain as he feels himself near the brink.
The huntsman
