Silverlight Terrace [m] salt whining

he was made for this place of stone terraces and long slopes. chani took him in with her eyes as breath was caught, admiring the sleek darkness of his gleaming coat, and the kindness in his green eyes beneath the smile.
when her sides did not heave quite so much, chani circled the stranger and arched in a rub along his shoulder, growling lowly to encourage his own exploration of her. with adrenaline came desire, and her eyes upturned now to his own urged him with a curve to her own mouth.