Finding what is lost

Hmmm… she’d probably know best, too. With her incredible knowledge of just about everything under the sun. He'd only been teasing, anyway. His attention now was on all the things the light was doing to her coat, and as his paw brushed across her again, he caught the subtle change in her scent.

He came closer, butting up against her side. He leaned his head down, and nipped at the fur beneath her ears with his teeth. It was just the two of them, alone in that cave. His hunger came to life, his hunger for her. There was no longer something stopping him. No trust he would be breaking. He wanted her, and he had turned back or been rebuffed at every turn. No more. He would have her. He pushed lightly against her, and her body moved so easily. So small, so light, so fragile. His little song bird who couldn’t protect herself. He pushed her until the wall was at her back, and the glowing blue light was dancing around her. He nipped at her ear, her neck, her throat. “Little bird.”He whispered, and there was want and hunger in those two little words. “Kiss me.” He ordered her.