Deepwood Weald If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I want to go

This time he can't come up with any response at all as his lover continues to torment him, finding himself able to do little but whine and squirm under Midar's affection. Each nip causes him to arch a little, drawing a soft, unbidden moan from his lips when the trail reaches his abdomen. Midar's warm breath against his skin sends a shiver down his spine. He flushes, trying desperately to catch his breath as his lover works his way back up his chest. Midar... He murmurs a little pleadingly, relaxing fully into his mate's embrace and sucking in a deep breath to calm his racing pulse. He's not entirely sure he can, though; he can't remember ever wanting his lover as badly as he does right now.