Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] salt plying

A grin settled over his lips, his brown eyes stared her down as she approached. He let his tail sway when she finally reached him, and pressed himself softly into her nuzzling. He felt his skin flinch under her biting, a tingling chill running from his shoulders down the length of his spine at her warm breath playing in his fur. 

”Was it too much last time?” he asked, figuring he shouldn’t need to spell out what he meant. 

He wanted more. But only if she’d allow it.