Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

she was not understanding him. gruff sound from his chest when she nuzzled there, arms draped around his neck like she'd belonged there her entire life. she had, he those thoughts must be kept at bay; else he would leash her and fuck her to oblivion—
you don't want to— breath palpating from his ability to speak, think clearly. experience others? i— fuck, she smelled so good. 'cause i'm...
a paw to his lower abdomen. muscles taut, ready to fire.
i'm just gonna fuckin' keep you.
selfishly.
but was he really when he offered her the door? and no man'll touch you but me. ever.