Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

I don't know what to do with my fingers - so thank you.

This voice of hers was heavy with love and longing. The way her body moved in an attempt to draw her nearer to her affection was relished by the predator's thick chest. He gripped her a little tighter in his arms and he pressed his nose to the soft hairs beneath her ear. She spoke of someone leaving. She wished to know why it had returned. This feather from the crow. 

For you, of course... Juárez whispered to the starlight woman.