Silvertip Mountain Mind of Stone, Heart of Glass

They both radiate too much body heat and he swears the cave is steaming up. Or maybe it’s just him; his thick, layered pelt trapping the heat that’s being produced inside him for a various amount of reasons. It only mildly bothers him, the other part drives him mad. Espoused he looks down to the female beside him.

She’s breathless, much like he was just moments before. Her mouth forms around breathy words almost in a whisper as she compliments him back. He hums back appreciatively, the noise from deep within his sternum. Her gaze briefly travels downward, he’s unsure what goes through her mind, but by the shivers that wrack her body, she wouldn’t be denying him. Or so he hopes. 

Whatever battle she fights within her seems to dissipate well enough for her to finally grace him with an answer to his intrusive offer. The eyes that look back to his with that hidden desire only encourage him. His brows are slightly furrowed, but not in any type of malicious way. Rather, he exposes himself further by the pleasure that is obvious in his expressions. Lips part and it’s only now he realizes his usual smirk faltered the moment she looked back to him out of sheer heated interest. Finally he comes out of trance she’s put on him to hear her final reply. 

Upon accepting his request, he sighs a breath out through his nose and leans down to meet her neck with his nose. He nuzzles the dark leather of it in her thick, blood stained fur. Only to allow the flat of his tongue to generously lick the blood from her coat. The motions aren’t rushed, but more languid and fluid in their motions. Donovan is sensual for what a brute he usually is, all the while his sparkling, canary hues are hooded and continue to watch her expressions intent on taking in her every reaction. A pleasurable, rumbling purr escapes his throat even though he isn’t receiving any physical sensations, for he takes pleasure in giving it as well.