Shadewood i. silver thracian thaw (m)

It seemed as though as soon as she had his attention, she had him completely. His ministrations, tentative at first, quickly melted into a ravenous possessiveness, and Niamh did not tease or pull away, and instead as she combed her teeth through his fur she occasionally set her teeth so as to pull him closer with a selfish, hungry purr. Like a golden thread she wove herself into his embrace, melting against his sides and allowing the searing warmth of his breath to fan her cheek as he moved toward her shoulders which she arched in a rapturous plea for more.

She curved her body against him, banishing the cool air in its attempts to split them apart. Greedily, she leaned her side against his, tucking her haunches low to entice him further until she felt the comforting domination of his forelimbs hooked about her eager hips. Simultaneous with the flex of his limbs she braced herself against him, welcoming him finally to a place of long-forgotten bliss, and whispered a hoarse, prolonged sigh of necessity.