Firefly Glen a cathedral

you, he murmurs, the words like a low growl. his nose drifts across her pale fur, brushing so lightly it’s almost teasing, as though he’s painting her in his image, shaping her into what he wants.

his touches are fleeting, there and gone again, like whispers against her skin, coaxing her to lean closer, to ask for more. his golden eyes glint as they trace her features, his breath warm and steady against her throat. he feels her heart beating there. pulse rapid like a spooked bunny.

his teeth feather through the fur at her neck as he breathes her in, short bursts of her scent pulling him deeper into lust for her.

you to be mine, he breathes out, teeth chittering together as if he can barely contain himself. lay with me. hunt with me.