Hideaway Strath When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.

Whrist hummed imitating his signature sound, the one that always seemed to melt her to her bones. “Yes!” She answered with certainty Tilting her head to allow him access to kiss and nibble where ever her pleased.
She yearned for him in this moment, wanted him, damn it NEEDED him. She was his, her whole being and body was his to hold his to own.

She nibbled along his lower jaw and lifted her lips to his ear “Yes you do” her tongue gently caressed the back of his ear then she nibbled her way down his neck, tiny soft moans escaping her with her realizing it. Then a wicked smile curved her lips and she nipped his shoulder sharply “Don’t make me wait” she soothed her nip with her tongue before nipping him sharply again with a throaty laugh “Don’t be gentle”  Her eyes glittered with intensity as she looked at him a toothy smile on her maw her tongue just peeking between the white weapons