Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

mona's slender frame bent under him, pressed against his rib-cage and filling every part of his awareness. feeling exhilarated and blind at the same time, rannveig grappled to pull her close -- the flat of his stomach pressed against the slim arch of her spine.

oh god, what am i doing? he was overwhelmed with desperate want, but not so blinded by his lust to realize he might not do the brilliant cardinal beneath him justice. finding a fluttering ear, rannveig nibbled it as he propped himself behind her -- doing so in a movement he thought was somehow keenly graceless.

all the while, his gaze remained on her watchful for any sign to break them off; any sign that all that told him she did not want him; finding none in her mesmerizing gaze, nor no fear in her features, rannveig brought his forelegs gently to her shoulder, his wrists curling between her slender chest as he positioned himself and gently, almost timidly, moved to find himself inside of her.