just one night couldn't be so wrong

“Promise.” he agreed easily, eyes flashing at her soft sound of pleasure. He concentrated his efforts on that area, searching for another such delightful sound to leave her lips. He let her lips fall onto his again, and he welcomed the passion, cupping a paw around her, holding her close.

“I’ll show you, shall I?” he whispered, and would proceed to do exactly that, teasing her a little more, and moving on to the act with slow, gentle grace, gaining in speed as he did so, but still taking it slow. Enjoying her, pleasing her. His efforts wholly centered on capturing her mind and chasing away whatever thoughts occasionally put the small, sad, lines of worry between her brows.

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