It should theoretically be impossible for his voice to get any lower, but it does. No immediate scents or sounds that tip him off to any witnesses. "No." A hand is pressed hard against her breast as he turns his face to catch her mouth in another dense, charged kiss.
Bone claws, partially unsheathed, scrape across her backside.
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Date: 2007-05-30 05:45 pm (UTC)Bone claws, partially unsheathed, scrape across her backside.