He would surround her in every way, his touch like a drug and she was a helpless addict. He was the only one that ever got to see her this way, so at ease, so relaxed. Her walls would crumble around him, allowing him to see the tenderness she held and the love that consumed her. There were no words to describe what she felt for him, or how her world revolved around him. Together they were a force to reckoned with, an unstoppable pair that would undoubtedly bring the world to its knees. And yet it hadn't always started that way. But in the end, they had been created for one another, the perfect combination of fire and ice.
He would respond to her every touch, a tremor rolling through him. He would tip his head, giving her more excess to his throat. Oh how easy it would be to simply sink her fangs into the tender flesh, to puncture the artery that lay just below his skin. Or how easily she could crush his windpipe and watch him suffocate at her paws. But she wouldn't dream of it, no matter how often she threatened it. She needed him just as much as he needed her. They kept each other grounded, kept each other form truly tearing this world apart at the seams. He would nip at her face, pulling her own soft giggle from her throat as she released his ear. His boyish grin was contagious, pulling her own lips back into a devilish grin.
He would move, his massive form lift above her. His chest would press against her back as his forelegs gripped her hips. Anticipation made her quiver. A low moan would leave her lips as his fangs gripped her scruff, though his touch of gentler than normal. But he didn't move. "Kylar" Her voice was barely audible, whooshing out with a breath as his name rolled off her tongue. She would rock back against him, encouraging him, demanding that he not make her wait any longer. And when he did, together they would tumble over the edge and into a world of carnal pleasure.