Sunbeam Lair iii: relentless

they touch and she is still, something hot smoldering in her chest and burning a slow path up her neck, down her spine. she is quiet, still, taking this feeling and examining it carefully. the woman comes to stand beside her, and suddenly the star-kissed has no reservations, only expectation growing steadily warmer. 

"no." she is silent a beat before she moves, nipping lightly at the woman's muzzle. "not yet." the word is a purr. a low sound she did not know she could make. the heat in her chest condenses and grows tight like a viper, low and waiting, a different kind of ferocity in her gaze, now.