Arrow Lake like paper love

Your writing is so beautiful! And then I reward it with such a crappy post. ><

His eyes were silver bullets upon her—unwavering in their path as he seemingly drank her in. The stretch of his muzzle toward her gave her ache to return the reach—to relent to what she truly wished to do and curl her slender body against the protective grace of his own. But she remained riveted where she was—chartreuse eyes blinking as he snaked toward her now, his own gaze never wavering and his features rawer than she had ever witnessed upon any other before.

The grace with which he moved upward only caused her heart to flutter more with panic—the stream of beautiful words crafted in a way that easily would have taken her breath away had it not already been hitched within her chest, and she felt the very sudden desire to give in to fight or flight. His passion was vehement. His words something she had longed to hear from him even before her own admissions of feelings toward him at their last meeting, and yet her mind could not embrace his desire the way her heart wanted to—not after the cold reaction she had received from him in their previous encounter on the matter.

Entranced, the honeyed sylph took a moment to gather the logic of the situation, flitting options of her response to him and in a singular moment, throwing every ounce of reasoning to the wind as she chose heart over mind. To hell with reasoning—to hell with protecting herself at that moment, or even him. They could figure everything out later—what she sought was instant gratification to the man who had fully swept her off her feet.

Her head tucked below his chin, burying into the thick fur of his nape as she inhaled sharply, quivering with the emotion that threatened to pull her apart. Touching him—again, finally—grounded her, and with the contact made, she would push further into him, savoring it. “I love you too.” Gone was the usual confidence and lilt within her smoky voice, replaced by very real fear. “But I need all of you.”