You own me like whispers in poetry

He shivered with each touch, panting softly with desire and need. A powerful, volatile mix considering the wolf it was brewing inside of. She continued to tease him, and he felt her tongue caress his need and groaned, reaching out a paw blindly to grab at her and falling short. With her words, he answered with a growl. “I feel like I'm debating ways to punish you, little Songbird.” The crooning words were undermined by his panting. He growled at her as she teased him again. “Ignita!” He snarled at the brush of her touch. Demand and a pleading need intermixing the words. If she didn't do something soon, he was going to take matters into his own paws.