Sunset Valley [feast] And sometimes you close your eyes

Her eyes somehow reflected the searing need within his own stomach; he could feel the grip on his control slipping when she looked at him like that. 

And then her hushed words begged him to show her as his nickname fell from her lips; he swallowed hard against the flare of need in his chest. He was not in the habit of denying Lane what she wanted. Part of him wanted to abstain. It was the respectful thing to do. And until now, it had been his plan to wait until she was officially his before pushing for what she asking from him. 

She moved against him, causing jolts of heat to spread across his skin from wherever her body touched his. She pressed her back against his chest and her hips between his own. She fit perfectly there, and he suddenly realized he didn't want to wait. He wanted to show her what it meant to be treasured; Lane deserved that and more. There was little need for her coaxing now, but that didn't mean he would stop her teeth from grazing the skin of his throat. Another chuckle would rumble from his chest, a far more heated sound than before. 

He nuzzled into her nape, occasionally nipping at the skin there. There was no need for words now. He could only show her what she meant to him, and he planned on doing just that. 

...

Tuulu would be loathe to share her with the rest of the gathering. He would probably even pout a little when she suggested going back. But, of course, he wouldn't keep her any longer than she was able to stay. There would be a promise, though, to steal her away for much longer once things allowed for it.