Life Among The Dead

She could hear the soft invocation of her name, a quiet murmur that punctuated the silence. His voice was a low rumble, reverberating through his chest and into her senses, grounding her. She looked up to see his head tossed back slightly, a quiet testament to the trust he placed in her. Her heart swelled at the sight, a strange mixture of pride, gratitude, and affection washing over her.

Mariah's silver orbs stayed focused on him as she rocked to a rhythm, committing every aspect of the moment to memory. The way his paws clenched upon the grass as a wave of pleasure coursed through him, the soft glow cast by the early rise of the moon reflecting off his silhouette The more she explored, the stronger her desire burned to understand every inch of this brute who had finally bared himself to her. The taste of him filled her senses- wild, and undeniably masculine. Feeling his muscles tense up and relax beneath her rolling touch was a strange sort of power, a quiet exchange of trust and vulnerability that left her breathless. As she continued, she could feel herself drawing closer to him, a warmth radiating within her. Teasing, with what she hoped to be just the right amount of pressure. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming.

She truthfully had no intention of stopping, taking her own pleasure out of the grunts that escaped his lips and the way his body twitched and contracted under her touch. His words, raw and laced with desire, washed over her like intense waves of heat. She paused, drawing back to meet his gaze, silver eyes blazing with a wildness that mirrored his own. “Then take me.” Her voice was a soft dare in the cool night air, a statement of her own simmering desire. She watched him closely, her breath hitching as the intensity of his gaze washed over her.

"Mariah Mendacium"