Firefly Glen caressed my every sense it would allow

His approach was not met with rejection, and Cortland's breath caught in his throat for a moment. She would let him close, then— if only to breathe in that scent just a little better, he thought. The Mayfair ghosted nearer to Ava, the last traces of rationality leaving him now. The smell was so much stronger— so much more intoxicating up close. He whined again and mimicked her movement, hopping up in the next instant to deliver a playful nip to her neck. If the contact was well-received, he would lean in to nip her again, this time soft and almost experimental.