Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate.
It feels as though her throat has finally opened up and her lungs expand with the freshness of clean air. She feels a swell in her breast, her heart thumping hard against the bone cage as she practically floats as she rushes to the stallion. There is no time for formalities (as they are long passed that) and as the dark stallion coils around her in the strength of his hold, she is melting into him, burying her face into the depths of his mane and inhaling deeply...his scent making her heady. M A R I B E L |
OMGOMGOMG <3 the feels!