Panther Park I've got this sentimental heart that beats

If you tell me you're going to surprise me, then it's not a surprise, Lane almost argued. But then he was kissing his way down her neck, and his breath on nape erased all thoughts from her mind, teasing or otherwise. 

Lane sank into him, lifting her chin to give him greater access to her throat. She heaved a great, happy sigh, tail thumping as she enjoyed his touch.

When she could no longer stand achingly slow foreplay, a needy growl rumbled in her throat. She turned herself into Tuuluuwaq and pressed against him, signalling her desire. 

The pair would then welcome nightfall with a passion that burned well into the early hours of the morning.