In the Dead of Night
08-25-2013, 10:53 PM
| Sarak |
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Her reply to his question made a soft chuckle whisper from his throat. ?It seems the world has a way of tearing things apart. He would certainly dare. However, perhaps I should get to know him better before saying so.? Her shivers were well noted. He placed a light nip at her ear. ?You?re feisty, have a hard time with words. You carry yourself like a queen. The stars make your eyes sparkle. And you have a habit of pawing me in the face. How can I not feel giddy when you only do that to me?? Gently, ever so gently, the paw he held on her back tightened. Almost a hug, almost a caress. As his stomach growled and he answered that intrusion with a growl into her ear, her reply almost made him blush. True, he hadn?t been taking care of himself. Ever since? The shadow of the stranger?s visage flitted across his mind. There and gone. For a moment, his stomach twisted, making him feel green in the stomach. Then his eyes found her face, and the anxiety settled. He leaned in on impulse and flicked his tongue over her nose. He decided to play further, and tried his paw at a purr. There are many kinds of hunger, Zalea?? he stared into her eyes as he spoke, breath mingling with hers. He had watched seduction in action. His parents, his birth pack. He made the moves with love, and not deceit. They eye contact, the touches. The breath. He knew that he wanted to be her first, even if he couldn?t be her only. Even if she was his first and last. |