You own me like whispers in poetry

He could get lost in the scent of her, and it did seem like the pair of them had a lot of trouble getting anything done. Would he ever lose the blooming lust he felt when he looked at her? He nipped at her ear again as she pressed out her book, and then moved around him, arching her back against him. He playfully batted at her with a paw. “That’s what we need to find out” he pointed out dryly.

Come one,” he said, lightly swatting at her before starting forward. “If we stick around here we won't get anything done.” She would know the truth of that as well as he did. He would have her go over her defences again, and assess if she was ready to be tested.