Too cute for my toes

He pulled away, and her eyes smouldered him. He had been supple and soft, if just for a moment. His resistance had melted away, and she had felt his desire. He could not keep it a secret from her now. When he asked her what she was, and mentioned fire, she laughed softly. The sound husky and breathless in her musical voice. That was a challange, if ever she heard one. "I'm a wolf, my love. A wolf that swears by kisses and lives for love. I am flesh and living, just like you, perhaps. But more alive." She lived in the moment, every moment. She wasn't plagued by 'what if, what if, what if..'

"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."

She rolled the words of the old poem softly around her tongue. The words seemed to echo in the cavern. Oddly fitting with the occasional sound of spitting, hissing fire as it ran in rivulets down its worn paths. She leaned closer towards him, holding her silence after the poem for a long moment, and then she smiled. The expression bringing out roundness in her cheeks, so soft and sweet and without guile. Yeah, right.
"But I dont want your life, just your kisses. Won't you indulge me?"