Swiftcurrent Creek your heart [m]

“”

The innocence of her response, her bewilderment, encompassed in such a savage little form, seemed to arouse the Dark One further. She yearned toward Him, and He met her with the feathering of His lips along the proud curve of her throat, settling into the hollow where shoulder met neck. There He dropped a firm nip, not intending to harm her, nor draw blood, but see the leap of pain within her eyes.

He curled himself alongside her, tail arching briefly; he sought to sweep his mouth from her shoulder to the gossamer curve of her ribcage, and onward to her flank after a fashion, but her mouth beckoned him, and he pressed teeth and tongue to her own, a low growl pouring forth.