Bearclaw Valley “What am I to you?”

The warm feeling further spread as he continued to speed up until eventually reaching a climax. He then slumped over her, causing Laurel a short oof though, unlike she normally might have, she did not snap at him or tell him to stop being so heavy. The intensity of the moment was still too present on her mind, the heated feeling in her loins and tummy and the entire rest of her body was still fluttering around and she could not shake off this stupidly happy feeling, though she had no idea where it came from.

There was a silence between them where all she could hear was both their panting. When he started to groom her again a low growl rumbled in her throat that spoke of approval. No words were fine for her; she just savoured this moment for as long as it went on.