The female rose to her paws, whispering in his ear that she liked danger. He liked danger too. He enjoyed the rushed feeling of thrill and adrenaline. But were they even referring to the same danger? His narrowed eyes scanned her body once more, finding her glowing eyes lit up with lust. Oh they both had to be talking about the same danger. They both craved it. His eyes could not leave her swaying hips, already mesmerised by the presence of this creature. How could he refuse such a splendid beauty?
He rose to his own paws, circling the woman slowly and carefully. He attempted a few mischievous nips at her fur, grinning charmingly for a few moments. He breathed into her fur, emphasising every word he spoke. "Oh I'll give you danger. I'll give you anything you want, dear."
Never in his days had he realised women could bring such satisfaction. Did they all behave like this? Perhaps this one is just different. Or maybe he just hasn't been this drunk in a long time.
"Speech"