Boartusk Heights cherrywine [m]

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He could feel her energy do a 360. He pulled away from him. Uh oh. Clearly the female in distress did not want to be questioned. He knows better than to try his luck twice. Though, just when he’s about to retaliate, the already cloudy sky becomes darker, rain hails down upon them and his brows raise slightly at the perfect timing. He doesn’t allow the change in weather to distract him long, as he had pulled her close and asked the words previously said. She gazes up at him with urgency, heat, desire, and he feels himself melting to her very whim. 

Afterwards then. He could deal with that. Only because the way she looks at him, so desperate and wanting, makes his own body heat up and that burning desire to take and take presses down on his chest. He would happily do whatever she says he decides. 

“Deal.” He might as well have growled into her ear with such heat that his own desire would be obvious. 

He’s feeling the mood, he knows exactly what she wants. So he rests a heavy paw on her back and drags her closer to him. Teeth snatching the plush fur of her nape, he moves her beneath his giant form. Covering her completely. He would take her in a searing heat of pent up emotions and primal aggression. Allowing his own frustration to be let out, for if he cannot have blood and death, then sex is the next best thing.