Overture Downs You should go and love yourself*

Oops! Forgot this one when I was catching up on posts, sorry. Time to confuse my brain some more ehehehehe!

Her soft utterance of pleasure and the nips on his cheek stirs him, and his own teeth descend from her spine to sensually trace the curvature of her ribs and gently bite at her hip bone. There is a brief moment of clarity in his mind, and he pauses his with the flat of his incisors pressed to her flesh, mid-nip. But his consideration of the moment is exceptionally fleeting, and barely touches upon the morality of what he is doing. She is a mated woman, but emotion rules him this day more so than ever, and he is taken by her.

He rubs the side of his muzzle along her flank, savoring her scent and the warmth of her body against his face. He is restrained only by his want and need to extend this closeness, but his hold on his urges is precarious, and already one leg is lifted and quavering. He cannot stop it from raising up to lay across her hindquarters as nature, instincts and emotion propel him toward an intimate embrace.