He groaned as she brushed her paw against the lines of his jaw. Her feathery touch leaft sparks in its wake. Her tongue was just as teasing, pulling at his bottom lip. His breathing had already started to quicken, and he tightened his grip against her. “Work?” He asked, as if he had forgotten entirely what they were doing. Perhaps he had. Perhaps he had forgotten everything but her. Certainly he wanted to.
“What if I don’t let you go?” He challenged her, moving his head to nip at her ear, teasing it across his fangs. He raised his second forepaw, and wrapped that around her too. Holding her tightly against him. Giving her no room to escape.
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