It's The Place To Be

Mariah's eyes fluttered shut briefly as Cerberus's touch trailed along her back and hips. Each contact was careful, respectful of the boundaries that yet remained, but laden with an emotion that made her heart thump erratically in her chest. His promise to visit Elysium brought a small smile to her lips and her eyes reopened, a gentle shower of relief washing over her. But it didn’t last for long, a near-silent gasp escaped Mariah's lips as Cerberus's mouth found the fur of her neck, his touch gentle yet laden with unspoken sentiment. She leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth that radiated off his skin as he nuzzled into her.

Her eyes closed once more as she tilted her neck slightly, allowing him more access. Her fur prickled at each nibble and she felt a shiver ripple through her. It was not just his touch that caused the sensation, but the anticipation, uncertainty, and undeniable longing that swelled within her. "Cerberus," she whispered, her voice barely above a breathy murmur. His name, spoken so softly, seemed to vibrate in the air between them, a silent plea echoing in the still night. His name hadn't been a question, nor an exclamation. It had been a whisper of quiet desire, a soft sigh lost to the wind.

"Mariah Mendacium"