Gained and lost

He groaned her name, losing himself in the pull of her, her own noises and claws in his coat told her that every emotion and need was a two way street. He clawed at her own fur, driving deeper. Both into her, and into the sensations. Lost until he was spent and lay panting beneath her. He buried his head in her coat and breathed her in, before he kissed her cheek. “You, my dear Ignita, were all I could think about the moment I walked out these borders.”  Marry me, marry me, marry me. but he forced the words down. His secret, And he wasn't ready to spill.


“How will I ever get anything done when your absence drives me wild?” He sighed softly and brushed a paw down the scar on one side of her face. The one he had driven into her skin. He felt the slightly raised skin beneath his sensitive paw pad. “Don't ever leave me, Ignita.”