A pleased shiver rippled the silky fur along his spine at her words. He moved to bring himself closer, to drape foreleg across her body, to tuck the paw beneath her chest to pull her snugly against his own chest. His teeth continued to press caresses against the side of her throat as he half-hummed, half-growled in pleasure. "The gods be damned then. My only worship is for you, my goddess. In fact... I think I feel..." he nipped at her ear, "Hm, inspired. Let me show you." He shifted forward, but hesitated as paranoia born of his past mistakes held him back. His paws flexed with the need to drag her closer and meld them together, but he had to be sure now, with the memory of that young girl he'd found playing with his daughter still fresh, still convinced it was a child of the woman he'd... raped... whose life he had ruined in one idiotic tantrum. He had to be sure.
The intensity of his voice deepened, part plea, mostly demand. "I want you." He needed to hear her say it. His paw stroked across her belly, his chest pressed against her, his teeth left trails of aroused nips down her neck, but he held himself back, awaiting those three little words he needed to hear... Or just one would work.
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OOC: I can fade in my next post if that's cool with you/cool with Phoebe.
