If Walls Could Speak

As he leaned more into her, Fia pulled her claws back and instead went to run soft paws across the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders, much more delicate than the way she handled him prior. She let out muffled groans through a bit lip in response to the way he handled her as well, not letting it go one sided. Her eyes remained mostly shut as she savored the moment through every movement, every thrust, every breath. If he had been paying any attention to her at all, he would at least know that she was satisfied. She felt more emotionally attached to him as the act of their encounter grew and was reaching his end. Odd to feel for a man she didn't even know the name of but it was purely the want to be desired. That even when it wasn't his own feelings, all of his thoughts and focus was on her even if just physical. It meant more to her than she'd ever say out loud.

Abyssal eyes opened as he made his final call, letting out her own open cries not worried about who else could have been residing in the forest. Two savage beings fit for the moment it seemed. Soon her gaze rested, trailing along the lines of his shoulders and chest, glancing along the features of his face and chin. She caught her breath and wondered if he would get up to turn and leave immediately, giving him the floor. Not until she knew his further intentions would should give up her own name or ask for his. Silently in the heart of her mind she wanted him to stay. But she wouldn't withhold him from wherever he came from, and where he needed to be. Certainly he had other priorities now that the high had been chased and caught. She'd wait for his next step as her breath and heartrate slowed down. She was desperate for the aftermath, but wouldn't be so outright.

"Fiametta"