Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Reek didn't let up and Saena didn't want him to. Unlike some of their first sessions, he had mastery over his movements now, and unlike some previous times, he'd lost himself to it. His base nature was taking over. Saena loved that, even if she didn't necessarily recognize it. She panted and groaned and dug her elbows into the ground to try to stabilize herself, and all the while a wildfire burned through her veins.

Just when she thought she was going to lose her footing, Reek's rhythm slowed, but not in the characteristic way that signalled he was finished. Instead he hoisted his weight back, giving Saena room and the opportunity to stand straighter, and from there he picked up the pace again. The wildfire burned hotter, and then suddenly it grew and consumed her and every muscle in her body grew taut.

She didn't know if she moaned loudly or said his name or growled or what—her mind seemed to blank out for just a moment as the most wonderful feeling washed over her. It made her weak in the knees, so much so that she swooned on the spot and nearly fell right over.