Redsand Canyon Hope

For a moment he’s enraptured by her and her words. The tantalizing brush of her tails on his thigh. The intense eye contact heated with something a bit more sultry. She’s willingly tipping a chin up to allow him full access to the vulnerable area of her neck. Just as he’s about to go for it, teeth latch onto his scruff.

He’s most definitely too preoccupied to see that coming and he’s going with the motion to which she pulls. He’s rolling off of her and into his back beside her. Confused as to how she got him there so easily. He assumes it must be the distraction, perhaps it’s intentional just to get him where she wants him.