SWEET NOTHING

A chuckle drew on his jaws, at her words though he was growing impatient. Lashing his tail, he would nibble on her neck, with more insistent nips and bites, clearly hinting at his sexual desires. "Thrill seeker? I can satisfy that urge..." He murmured against the softness of her red coat. The dame was lovely, enticing, and her scent oh, it sang to him. Winding his alabaster coat around her, his hips would bump over, into hers, roughly, nearly hoping to knock her to the ground. He was getting impatient and needy.

[ooc; short crappy post. sorry ;_; I'm low on muse atm]