The taste on the tip of my tongue

His growl-filled groan caused her stomach to somersault. The scent of him was thick in her nostrils, and she knew how badly she wanted a taste of him. She stretched her mouth forward, and licked her tongue slowly over his muzzle. Feeling the fine fur beneath her rough tongue. If she wasn’t careful, they wouldn’t make it to the ocean. She laughed huskily at the thought. Feeling his own mouth trace a path of fire across her jaw. Each small nip setting heat to pool beneath her skin. She groaned softly, pulling him tighter against her, baring her throat to his fangs in an intimate gesture of trust.

“Mmmmmmmmm” she sighed. What had they been saying again? Something about…. Ah… yes. “The black sand makes the water pleasantly….” she paused, groaning as his teeth nicked her fur by her throat. “...warm” she breathed. She gave their chances of making it to the water a solid 50/50

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