Mine.

He would thrive beneath her touch, shuddering as his spine would jolt with the electricity of her tightening grasp around his throat; ruby gaze fluttering closed as he would deepen his breathing, allowing his pulse to weaken beneath her pallet, chin pushing backwards to expose it to her even-more so. Emotions would writhe within his core, of burning desires with a sinister twist, a new sense of passion aroused for the woman as he would shiver beneath her. A weakness her would show to her, and perhaps only one other more. She would sweep buds against his gullet as she would retract her jaws; a sigh of near relief fleeting from his pale lips, despite the sensation of mild disappointment that the contact hadn?t grown even more threatening, even more ominous. Her words however, would pleasure him greatly, so glad that he needn?t worry for her loss.

However it seemed her mind would wander pushing her dark crown beneath the width of his nape as raw sentiment would depart from the surface of her tongue. He would ponder it for a moment, not entirely convinced he was willing to show such a weakness, but the sensation that over-powered body and mind was enough to push him over the edge, ?I love you.? He returned the speech far more coolly that one may have expected, though voice box would still threaten to shudder with the vibrating of relentless passion. He would maneouver his shoulders and neck in a way to prop his elbows against the ground, and coral jaws would sent for contact with her orifice; aiming to clasp over the structures of her muzzle for a few vital moments, before he would lick so affectionately at her ebony lips, as if cleansing them of any impurities that threatened to tarnish their elegance.