Swiftcurrent Creek Raise a little hell [m]

The assurance that she was fine was all he needed to hear; even in their current state, he didn't think she would lie about how she felt. Her admission made him swallow as need rushed through him. She moved, and he watched as she swayed her hips, the look she gave him pulling a harsh breath from his nose as the last of his reservations melted away. How could he hold back now with her looking so inviting?

Finally giving in to what they both wanted, Kavik closed the space between them, moving to her side and nibbling at the fur along the back of her neck. He lingered there, nipping and nuzzling, giving her time to change her mind. Assuming she still wanted him, he took over from there, slowly and gently connecting them. And, despite the overwhelming urge to relinquish his last thread of control, he made sure the entirety of their copulation was just as gentle.

Afterwards, he coaxed her to the ground, wrapping himself around her assuming she permitted it. Soon, they would head back to the den, but for now, he just wanted to lavish her with affection.