Redhawk Caldera radiance

teya whirled and danced and when she turned, when she turned, bronco was there. for a long moment she only stood taking him in, the scars, his ear, his soft, reverent eyes of deep amber whiskey.
and then the woman was closer, pressing closer, whispering to him; whispering that she wanted to wait no longer.
her body had wanted his for a long time and now it fairly sang with want.
teya wanted to give herself up entirely, and planted kisses upon bronco from jawline to eartip, breath warm and sweet, eyes darkened with desire.