Whitebark Stream [m] dosin

her breath hitched, her heart a wild drum against the cage of her ribs. his touch, his voice, the strength of him against her—it was all too much, too overwhelming, and her body burned with the heat of her season.

we must go now, she demanded, her voice a sharp rasp, trembling with need. her tail lashed behind her, a whip of impatience, her eyes wild with an almost feral hunger.

she turned to face him fully, pressing her weight into his, her voice lowering to a hiss. or i take you here, my love. right here.

her teeth flashed briefly as she nipped at his shoulder, her stance unyielding. there was no room for his sentiment, no time for his careful plans. she was his wife, his k'edghildza, and she demanded him now.