Noctisardor Bypass We're sunflowers in the rain

mahler glanced down with a lasting and approving look. he too remembered the first time she had done this. the laugh that rose in his throat was husky, and his voice had dropped some octaves by the time he had gathered himself to speak again. 
"you are insolent indeed, frau vylla," he said, lowering himself atop her lithe frame so she might experience the ruddy change she had wrought in him, teasing her with short movements.
and then his strong arms went around her; he easily rolled the she-wolf atop himself and lay back now, looking up at her with a mischievous and loving glance.
"perhaps i vill make myself your servant," he threatened, his purpled eyes darkened with pleasure and delight.