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As they entered their den, Absinth felt a surge of warmth flood her being, both from the familiar surroundings and from the proximity of the brute below her. Aresenn's careful movements as he settled her onto their bed of furs only served to heighten her desire for his presence. Her gaze met his as he turned to face her fully, and she couldn't help but take notice of the way his eyes traced every curve of her form.

‘Rest,’ He commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. But Absinth, ever the impish delight, couldn't resist the urge to coax him to stay a little longer. With a suggestive smile, she reached to lightly trace her claws along her own sultry hip and waist. A little show for him, since he wanted to devour her with his eyes. “Surely, you can spare a few more moments with me.” She purred, her voice laced with seductive intent. With a flourish of her ivory paw, she ran black nails up the center of her abdomen and chest. As though guiding his line of sight, up to her eyes that were dark with desire. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.” Her gaze held his, inviting him with a smile to indulge in the warmth of her.

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