Redtail Rise tuscany

She moved to him, as if to inspect him for injury. Again, that lightheaded feeling -- the knowledge that someone cared for him without pretense, without the jagged edge of ironical distance!

But she did not stop at the inspection, instead continuing to close the gap between them. He froze as she pressed her teeth to the hollow of his throat. She would feel his Adam's apple bob with a halting swallow.

He wished to pull away, only so that he could search her eyes. Was this real? He found no reason to doubt her.

Half by his own volition, half by deeper instinct, he maneuvered his muzzle under hers to swipe his tongue over her chin. What was before a signal of submission was now one punctuated by a low and steady rumble of contentedness. I'm yours.