Fox's Glade [M]Macchiato

His words sent a shudder down her spine, lifting the fur as if an arrow had brushed been shot down the length of it. She felt cool in his shadow, and burned beneath his gaze. She felt the warm fan of his breath on her cheek, and savoured the temptation; she could reach out and touch him if she wanted to. This close, she felt herself pulled in, the gravity of his allure amplifying with every inch they banished. The desire she felt swarmed and consumed her. His low voice practically rumbled the ground beneath her feet. 

"No." Her voice was small, and felt so dull when absorbed by the fur of his chest. Somewhere deep within her was her heart, and as distant as it felt when consumed by lust, she felt it tremble and threaten to break. Etienne was miles away- but she knew that if he had come upon them in this moment, his heart would have been shattered into nothing. 

"Anselm...I can't..."