A grin curls the corners of his lips as he bends his muzzle to meet her flesh. Dismissing her question for now as he feels it was asked in desperation to continue small talk, instead of acting. She enjoyed fighting but eventually it grew tiresome. Now, as she leans into his trailing lips down the arch of her neck, is one of those times that giving in was easier than resisting.
Enjoying the slow lingering of his flesh on hers, he does not rush. Seduction was an art he hadn't mastered entirely, but practicing made perfection. At least that's what he heard. With a single step forward and the extension of his neck, he moves along her shoulder blade. Nipping gently every so often as his lips wandered down her velvet hide. Following the edge of her blade and down to her breast. A soft whicker vibrates quietly in his windpipe as again, his pale lips trail down her. Finding the crisp edges of her forelimb easy to trace along and even more sensitive to his gentle nibbles. He awaits her reaction before moving any farther...
@[Sabra]