Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

Elowen’s breath hitched, her entire body tightening as his teeth grazed her thigh, the delicate, fleeting touch enough to send a flush of warmth rushing under her fur. She felt her heart leap in response, lips parted in a mix of a yelp and a whimper, an embarrassing and uncontrollable reaction that she could only pray he wouldn’t draw attention to. Her ears twitched backward, craning her head from him.

Elowen’s cheeks burned under her fur, the humiliation of it prickling along her skin. She’d never experienced anything like this, never felt her heart thud quite so wildly from someone else’s touch. It unnerved her how easily he unraveled her defenses, slipping past every wall she tried to keep between them. Compose yourself, she scolded silently.

Her voice was softer now, almost shy, as she finally found the courage to respond, her eyes darting downward even as she tried to hold onto the remnants of her defiance. "It might not matter to you," she murmured, hating how her voice faltered, "but I like to know who I’m dealing with."

Her skin prickled with awareness as his eyes traced her, his amusement evident as he watched her flounder. She couldn’t shake the feeling of his teeth, that soft nip that lingered like a brand, making her want to tuck her tail and retreat. Elowen forced herself to lift her gaze back to his, her heart beating faster as she met his eyes, her own wide and hesitant but defiant. He simply watched her, a predator patiently savoring his prey.

And so she would soften herself further, lilt a single word in his direction. "Please,"