And come undone he did. He was putty in her hands, gasping and moaning and seeing stars from the sheer pleasure she brought him. Until, at last, he could handle it no more and for the second time today he found himself spent, and exhausted. He curled himself upwards and wrapped his paws around her. Burying his head in her chest as he panted, and breathed, and waited for his heart rate to cool.
“Isa” He said again, savouring her name, for all the joy it gave him. “Isa” he whispered as he gripped her paw lightly in his own and kissed it. He pressed it against his chest, then, so she could feel his heart thundering in his chest. “Isa, I love you.” He said, because it was a truth he wouldn’t dance around any longer. He had chosen her, and she had chosen him.
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