Moonspear fro[m] here to eternity

She crooned a low, but somehow soft, sound that she didn't make very often--for him only, as only he could warrant it from her exactly toned as that certain way. Naturally, she tapered it quick to a growl, yet knew he could make no mistake for the overwhelming need she pressed against him. Most of all, she liked the warmth between them, even when she could feel like she was burning from inside out too. Every aspect of his presence, down to the very sight and scent of him, stoked it so perfectly she could never see it end, all made better by the familiarity and lack of doubt. Everything else wretched, bitter, and awful be damned. She would have this as she so pleased; a moment between them, where only they mattered, and everything was in their control.

His teeth on her scruff instinctively shifted her stance, sharper and even more expectant all of a sudden as she swung her hips towards him suggestively, although she did match this with a half a show of her own teeth. However, to this, she was offering no objections and knew he needed very little urging, so he would be very quick on the uptake to her willingness to seal the deal.