Dragoncrest Cliffs i could put my teeth on your throat—i could howl against your hair (mtr.)

He left emotion behind (for now) jumping at the opportunity to lose himself in the physical once more. Chuckling, he rolled to his paws and mounted her without hesitation, clicking his tongue at the request she made of him. He tugged at her scruff and pulled her closer, then penetrated, letting himself relish each and every curve of her, inside and out.

Fine, but you should say mine, too, Verx murmured, muzzle pressed against the shell of her ear, teasing her with slow, shallow strokes. . . .Aurëwen.

last from me!