We Could Play Pirates.

Aresenn's mind was in a whirl, his senses on fire. Every touch, every move added fuel to the inferno that was rapidly consuming him. He wasn't aware of much outside the intimate bubble they were in – the world beyond them seemed irrelevant, nonexistent. His brow furrowed as he struggled with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him, each wave threatening to pull him under. Her paws dragged against his muscular frame, causing him to twitch and grip onto her more firmly. His mind was consumed by her, by their act of passion. There was no room for thoughts outside the raw and carnal desire that filled him. The way she looked at him, drank in every reaction, every shiver and gasp, was intoxicating. He could see his own pleasure reflected in her emerald eyes - a sight that sent a fresh wave of desire crashing over him. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each ragged breath he took, nails digging into her as he fought to hold onto the edges of control.

Aresenn's breath hitched in his chest as she released him, the sudden absence of contact causing an involuntary shiver to run down his spine. Despite the slight chill that swept through him, his body remained aflame, hot with pent-up desire and longing. Every muscle in his body tensed as he watched her crawl up his length, her movements slow and deliberate – a tease. He could feel his pulse quicken, anticipation mingling with something akin to dread - a foreboding feeling that he was about to lose the precious control he clung onto so fiercely.

Her lips sought his throat next, each kiss and nip sending electric shocks through his system, further stoking the fire within. Her teasing grind against his desperate need left a growl to pitch in his chest. “You play a dangerous game,” Aresenn rasped, his voice hoarse with tension. His grip tracing its way day to her hips, a clear indication that he was losing the battle against his raw instincts.

"Aresenn Praetor"