Bramblepoint [m] the body

The more she spoke, the more he swooned—internally at least. And then. . . Oh, he breathed, and would have blushed if he could. He certainly grew warm all over; he felt as if each inch of his flesh was buzzing, tingling.

Without volition, it seemed, Killer moved toward Sialuk. Pressed his cheek against her flank, breathed in the smell of her.

Something in this felt wrong, taboo—but also right?

I think, he said against her fur, you probably know more about this than I do. Again, without his willing it, his teeth preened slowly, gently, at the base of her tail.