[What a lovely sound that is, especially when she can perceive it as both sound and sensation, a low thrum beneath her palm. Perhaps it's with the inner animal in mind that she runs her fingers slowly up his chest and then down again, practically petting him, watching her own path until she lifts her eyes to his.]
I might offer to warm you up a little more, but... any hotter and you'd be on fire.
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I might offer to warm you up a little more, but... any hotter and you'd be on fire.