Stir the coals

Her breath was coming in starts again, shuddering against her skeleton and knocking her joints to shiver as he lifted her chin with his paw. Is this what he wanted? By the fire in his eyes looking over her, the answer was a resounding yes.

He brought his muzzle down next to her cheek and the fire sparked within her, fueling a fire growing within to push back. She tried to stop the moan from escaping her throat but she couldn't help the rumble in her chest as he set his teeth to her skin. A nip, a release. His whispered permission to fight him, to push him back. He pushed her and she was fighting herself not to give in, but to make her paws move. She loved him. She loved him. She couldn't hurt him, he wanted this. She wanted to try. She wanted to see what she could do. He commanded her again, his teeth grazed over her skin. She leaned into him. At his third command, she finally had a plan to execute.

He ducked under his armpit out to his side immediately, then leaped as best she could toward his shoulder, attempting to use his elbow spur as a ladder to his scruff, where she could grasp his ear with her teeth and hopefully drag him down to the ground.

"Speech"