Northstar Vale Ima be a love you 'til the day I die kinda man

Perhaps he should have told her that there was no need to hope for it would be so. But that felt to bold a claim. He had promised slow and thus he would attempt to keep this promise.

She shifted against him. Closer and closer still. Blue eyes went wide as she brushed against his throat. A small swallow, brief unease. But he tilted his head further up and to the side, bearing his throat further for her. He knew well what it had taken her to do such a thing. And though every fiber of his being all the years of training screamed at him to not, he did it anyway.

A low rumble of delight slid from his throat to dance along the air.