Two Eyes Cenote [m] Burrowing

If body language had been their primary language—he hoped she would give him at least an A, if not an A+. Her movement drew him in ways a man would curse—and he found his teeth nibbling at the enticing coywolf’s haunch, reveling in not just her scent, but the feel of her—her warmth. Her very being.

But she was healing—not just emotionally, but the physicality of what her body had been through, and he was no fool to put more stress upon it—

—to fully sate her now might break her—and strong arms wrapped about her before he pulled her flush to him, lips seeking to sear a kiss upon her. “I could do this with you for the rest of my life,” he offered her, a test—but the guarded wall of his heart already knew the answer.