Right where I belong

The soft grumbles and growls their kisses pulled from him and the way he looked at her when their muzzles separated made her heart skip a beat and made that confusing but pleasant warmth and tingling even more noticeable. She couldn't really explain why she liked all of the things he did and the sounds he made or why this heart pounding fire was so addicting, but she couldn't deny that she loved all of it. She chuckled when he mentioned how she didn't have to stop, the sound getting cut off with a pleased murr when he kissed her again with even more passion. She felt his paw slip around her side and there was not a single bit of resistance when he pulled her tight to him. She brought her own paws up around his neck to hold herself closer to him as well as they kissed, feeling as if her heart might just beat right out of her chest.

Her whole body felt hot and anywhere they touched seemed to be the source of it, her skin tingling where ever their fur mingled together and where his paw gripped at the fur on her back. It felt like the kisses should be putting out that fire, fulfilling this desire that she didn't really understand, but they didn't. If anything they just made the fire hotter. She wanted to get closer to him, but there wasn't a way for her to get any closer than she already was. Their chests were already pressed together, their lips pressing to each others, their paws holding them tight together. She loved how tight he held her, that protective, possessiveness he had showed for her time and time again showing clearly in that embrace. Her own possessive nature was just as present in the tight grip she held on his scruff.

That warmth and fire kept getting hotter and hotter till she thought it might burn her up, making her cling to him tighter and press into their kiss more until out of reflex her feline claws flexed against his skin. She didn't realize it until she felt the sharp claws cut into his scruff and she pulled away with a gasp, quickly releasing his scruff and leaning back a bit with her ears folded back guiltily. She was panting from their kisses, but she still gave him an apologetic look, pulling one of her paws away from his neck to look at it. There was little spots of blood all along the edge of her tawny paw and she whined with guilt. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" she managed breathlessly between breaths, worrying that she hurt him.

Briar Fatalis