If not now then when?

Without really thinking about it, Tyrian found himself moving with Elise. He had a tendency to overthink things so if he'd had the chance to think about it he would have found the shift to not thinking somewhat novel. As it was, there was no time for that. Tyrian was enraptured with Elise. The taste of her, the feeling of her arms around his neck and her claws against his skin, the wine on her lips. It would have been a shame for his thoughts to be elsewhere.

He found himself more or less hovering over her by the time their lips parted. While his lower half was still beside her, Tyrian's paws were in the sand on either side of Elise's neck. From her lips he turned his attention to the plush fur of her neck. He was mindful of his fangs as he explored the hollow of her throat and marveled at the soft, graceful lines normally hidden from his notice beneath her coat. She felt small under him. Delicate. And more than a little exotic. Exploring someone else so unabashedly was a heady experience he had been missing out on.  

Tyrian brought his hind legs under him so he could reach her more fully. He was half crouching, half laying as he slipped partially out of her grasp to explore the rise of her chest. Her paws, which had been low on his scruff, were now high on the back of his neck. He was enveloped by her sweet scent. Everything else around them was long forgotten. Jupiter, the party, the fire that glowed in the distance. Even the ever present crashing of the waves seemed to fall away.