skinny love

Her sweet words were followed with ever sweeter kisses, touches that made his heart beat catch up to her own. The sound of their pounding hearts and catching breath was the only thing that broke the silence of their den. His own breath hitched in his throat, the need to fully consume her growing deep within his belly. His worry and fears soon melted away as her teeth grazed his skin, a low moan rumbling deep within his throat. "Oh Wren." He whispered with want, his teeth grazing the sensitive shell of her ear. She might not have a lot of energy, but he was okay with that. They had always pushed away these types of advances towards each other, usually ending in awkward pauses and embarrassed mutterings. But now was different. They had been apart for too long, and now their want to be close to each other was all consuming. It was a flame that would not be put out this time, it was entrapping them in its heat. Too powerful to smite this time, and Bass had no want too. His soul craved to be bonded with hers, his passion at an all time high. He was not afraid of it, because it was his Wren, his wife. There was no shame in feeling the way that he did, it was completely natural. He had so much love for this woman and had not been able to express it for far too long. There was no holding back this time.

Bass dipped his head around her neck and towards her spine, nipping along it with gentle tugs. Her bone was showing through her skin, but he still thought that she was the most beautiful thing on the planet. "Ti voglio , ho bisogno di te ." He said huskily, his voice so low and sultry as the Italian slipped flawlessly from his lips. It seemed much for romantic, more suited to their current situation. He panted a few times, his tongue hastily drew over to flank, slightly harsher bites following them. He wound himself closer to her. He couldn't get close enough, even as almost every inch of him pressed against every inch of her. He murmured sweet nothings into her fur, losing himself in everything that Wren was. "Tu sei la cosa pi? bella che abbia mai visto , il mio amore ." He whispered into her flank, nipping just along the edges of her rump in a teasing manner.

Golden eyes roamed up and down her skinny form, and even though there was a bit less of her here she was still the same woman that he loved. Eyes sought to meet her own gaze, a question lingering there. Was she okay with this? Did she want to wait until later? He let out another low growl, eyes still locked with hers if she allowed it. He would stop if she wanted to, but at the moment it was hard to hold back the amount of want he had for her. He had never been a lusty man, but in this moment it was all he wanted -- she was all he wanted. He respected her though, and so he would quell his feelings if she asked it. It wouldn't be easy, but he would do anything to keep her happy.

Without breaking contact with her steady gaze, Bass raised himself up, walking around Wren until he was at her back. Settling in behind her he wrapped his pale foreleg around her, pulling her in closer to him until she rested against his belly. Rumbling lowly in her ear he nibbled very softly on the gray coloured tip before he ran his tongue across it. "Il mio , il mio amore , il mio universo , le mie stelle e il mio sole. Mia moglie ." He kissed her between each little phrase, covering the top of her head in sweet little touches. His body radiated heat against her, his pounding heart beating against her back. He could feel hers with his leg, and he could sit here and listen to it all night. But there was something else on his mind, something that would make their hearts beat even faster. There was no denying this new need, he could feel it in the rigidness of her body and the heaviness of her breath. But he lingered carefully on the line, the very thin line that they both stood upon. Would she give him the okay, or push him away?

The male nuzzled into his wife's scruff, his nose hastily drinking in her smell. It was so unique, like waterfalls and the sweetest flower. "Sei il mio fiore prezioso ?" He asked softly, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips. She was a rare breed of wolf, that was for sure. And she was his to enjoy, as he belonged to her. They were still their own wolves, but at the same time there was a part of him that would always belong with her. And now that she was back, here in his arms, he wanted to give her more of himself. He wanted to give her all that he had, everything. Love, life, breath, fire, water, moon, sun, stars. Anything she held dear she wished to hand to her. He would rope down a star for her if she asked, and paint her name on the surface of the sun. He wanted to stand on the highest mountain and sing the world her praises. But for now, all this energy was containing here in this den, focused on her weakened body. He would hold her up if he had to, he would do anything for his rare beauty, his heart. His Wren.