“What is it?” “Nothing. This is just…” I could hardly talk through my panting, needy breaths. “As a child I sometimes prayed to the Marr, and it’s been a long time since I’ve done so, but this still feels a bit…blasphemous.” “If it’s any encouragement, I am imploring you to commit blasphemy.” His fingers tightened against me, and his tone dropped to a near-growl as he added, “Preferably on my face, while moving your hips like the proper fucking Wildfire I know you are.”
👀
