Coming back around again

He followed her into the cave, and despite his curiosity, found he couldn’t focus on the little home she had carved out for herself. His eyes were for Anthea alone as she settled into her bed, her eyes inviting. He followed her down to the bed, folding himself carefully onto the furs beside her. He leaned into her, and pressed his muzzle to hers. Sharing breaths and tastes of each other. Each kiss sent live fire down his veins, and his body was very much reacting to her. Pulling her closer, gasping for breath.

She shifted her weight onto him, and he couldn’t help the little groan that escaped him. Her paws were in his coat, and he returned the favour. Drawing his paw lightly down her arms, nuzzling into her neck.


Her words however broke the trance, and he paused. Locking his paws carefully around her, holding her at bay for a moment. His eyes on hers, searching. “Are you sure, Anthea?” He asked her softly. He had not realised he would be her first. He ached for her, his breathing quick, but his paws didn’t waver. He needed to be certain that this was what she wanted.

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