Dragoncrest Cliffs turning my heart on and off

To her, Verx was one who didn’t need to raise his voice to be heard—it was a perfect note of low and silky to cut through the crash of the waves he focused on. Someday, perhaps she would finally adjust and adore the coast, and it would be enough for her. But not today. Not until she found Vonnaruil, and understood what her purpose in this world was. And even then...

His prickly words made her catch her tongue and the smile that came with it, and then they drew from each other; it was with reluctance and the scent of him more than anything that made her movements slow. Still feeling the weight of him on her, making it just a tad hard for her to breathe, chest fluttering.

And then he spoke again, a question this time. Still trying to come back to her senses, she saw his inquisitive, crooked smile; heard his little stumble of the word. The brana just about turned into an incoherent, blushing echo of the scrap of wolf she was then. ”W-well,” clearing her throat again, raising her chin to look up at him, ”Dragâ means ‘darling’, because that’s what y-you are.”

Close, too close; but her heart stamped at the thrill of unknown, of danger, as to how he’d react. His scent was something sinful, but it wasn’t any different from other Drakru. She wanted to lose herself in the dark of him; so like the void between stars, aching for him to envelop her.

Fute.

Unable to look into his eyes any longer and her insides thrumming uncontrollably, she suddenly whirled to her paws. Tried to shimmy, innocently, on by him on feverish loins, shoulder brushing his side—as if making to run for it.