Behind the curtain

The soft sound of his groan was music to her ears. To hear him respond to her, for heat and lust to take over his expressions. She shivered in delight at the look in his eyes. Knowing, even now, that he would not hurt her. She had awoken something inside of him, and he did not take control, nor let it control him. He gifted her this power over him, letting her take it at her own pace. Her chest ached with feeling for this tender-hearted wolf. Powerful, imposing, and kind.

She let her eyes trail slowly down him as he presented the whole of himself to her. Leaving nothing hidden, his grin trusting and open. She crouched lightly on the grass in front of him. Feeling the cool blades tickle her coat. Her eyes flicked back to his with a satisfied smile, and she leaned her head down to show him some of the tricks she had learned in the life fate had given her. Keeping her word, and starting slow. Achingly so, as she teased him.

"Speech"