Sleepy Fox Hollow [m] mafic ii

he arched, wicked and wooed.

colosseum was no gentle thing—but for her, there was a grace in the fire. he met her rear with a snort against her hip, breath billowing like smoke from a pyre. her touch was playful, yes, but it claimed him in a way even fancy never had. he was wildness wrapped in muscle, a tempest in golden hide, but for selenia?

he softened at the edge.

mine, he breathed into the velvet of her ear, deep and husky. not a question. a vow. her scent—ripe and reckless—coiled in his throat, thick with want.

she pressed. he prowled.

you tempt fate, sweetheart, colosseum rumbled, nipping back with teeth that grazed instead of tore. you flash those pretty heels like i won’t take that as a dare.

and gods, he did dare.

he rose with thunder, hooves catching on her hips. she was always soft, good this way. and he enjoyed every moment they spent on that grass field.