Last night like this

Like a heavy cloak, she felt his arms around her shoulders. As if she had stepped through the mirror into the catacombs under the opera house. Each breath a step down and down and down following the phantom of desire until she was laid gently on the floor. Her skin chased the sensation of each kiss over her body. Oh how well she belonged to him. Her mind spun around his dark embrace of her heart. Each nip and tug would illicit a soft gasp and imperceptible sound.

The chain about her neck slithered closer around her throat. The firey opal phoenix splashed with blue in his massive paw, was so carefully carefully pulled to make her conscious of her every breath. She took her claws and pulled at the fur on his shoulders to bring his maw closer to hers. She wanted to taste him, to hold his teeth, to run her tongue under the roof of his mouth and make him shiver.

He wouldn't deny her, lost in the illusion she hummed blissfully as he whispered beloved into her. She was his his his. Was he truly hers in return? The question wasn't thought, not by her.