Qeya River [m] ghosts

lher submission, her trust—it undoes him.

the storm raging inside of him threatens to boil over, but still, he tempers it, controls it, channels it. she deserves nothing less.

his lips ghost over her jaw, lingering at the corner of her mouth, teasing, testing, as if savoring her taste before claiming it. crimson eyes stealing away periwinkle. the rough pads of his paw skim over her side, tracing the muscular curves that she possesses. nosing along the delicate line of her throat again, pressing tender kisses to the pulse beneath her fur. a low, rumbling growl is drawn from deep in his chest.

strong paws find her hips at last. locking about the intimate, womanly dip of her waist and pulling her close. his hips finding their place upon hers, interwoven.

>:) fade