Sleepy Fox Hollow unerschütterlich

Wylla's astonished gasp was certainly playful, but there was more real about it than she would ever let on to Mahler. Since when had he become so bold, so forward? Then she remembered that he had always been this way under the surface, their very first meeting still a marked misunderstanding on her part, and even more than before with memory fading the edges of it.

It was kind of hot, though. The time she took to collect herself was as much to still the traitorous gallop of her heart as to find the words to even respond to such a thing.

Let me guess, she mused, giving his muzzle a cheeky and heated nip to mirror the one he placed on her rump. We'll return to that blasted beach so you can finally do what you always wanted to and crawl into my sleeping place there, is that right?