Bearclaw Valley i can't fight this time now

The stillness was something he could feel, too. He could feel everything against her like this— her heatbeat, her trembling, the blood in her veins, roaring for him. It'd make any man prideful, driven to downright insanity.
When she looked ashamed that she had reached for him, he stopped her. No, lil girl, you ain't done nothin' wrong. Wipe it from her face, the expression of embarrassment. He grimaced, jaw tightening, when she was insistent upon him.
She didn't beg it of him, but there was a wish she had.
Slow. He said, realizing there'd be a lack of context. But he was so focused on tending to her, consoling that wicked feeling of not being wanted from her. His head dipped, inhaling the deepest parts of her scent from around her neck, nosing through the guard hairs, maw dribbling saliva onto her naked skin. We'll take it nice and slow, 'ya hear me?
Cole wasn't even heeding his own words. If 'ya... he inhaled her again, so sweet, tender. 'Ya find a man you're own age, I want you to take him seriously.
Or maybe he'd fucking kill him. But the sentiment needed to be heard. After his conversation with Tvar, he needed to do right. But God, was she soft, plush beneath his paws. You understand?