There’s Something in your touch when we kiss

Scald chuckles, a warm grin on his features as he giving her an understanding nod. “Ah, yeah, power comes with great responsibility and not much to do but sit around and wait,” he speaks, his own eyes rolling softly as he continues to lead Ely toward his den. Their close proximity is both comfortable and tantalizing. Itching to get her into the confines of his home, Scald doesn’t hide the hurry of his steps. 

Once inside the den, hearing her teasing words about their first encounter, Scald lets out a quiet groan. “I was but a lad back then ya know,” he insists, turning to face Ely to recover the distance between them from shutting the door. “We coulda gone for a swim, but this might tickle your fancy a bit better,” his voice is huskier now, eyes only for her feminine frame, unashamed to look over every inch of her.

“Have I ever told ya how beautiful you are?” Scald whispers as he traces his nose down her muzzle to her cheek before giving her a tender kiss just below her ear. “Hard to resist not being close,” he murmurs, pressing closer to her as he continues to kiss and groom the fur along her neck.