To say that Hadley's eyes were empty was an understatement. Inside there was the small occasional flicker of life, revealing that there was someone still alive inside, something still fighting against completely collapsing. Hollow fear and hopelessness was the remainder, Hadley's spirit hidden deep inside him where he couldn't be reached, untouched and uninjured. Isa's grip loosened slightly, a shiver of delight running through her at his touch. It seemed that she really did want him. Hadley had been given his order He would fulfill it.
His scars were touched softly, a bare prickle of acknowledgement. He looked down at him, expression gently as he set about figuring out how he would please her. A kiss pressed into his muzzle, and Hadley returned it. Pulling back he licked her nose softly before leaning back in, letting himself trail kisses down her neck. Her fingers seemed to enjoy exploring the rough texture of his body, scarred as it was. Hadley's own hands had found her hips, the other wandering up to tickle her stomach before sliding up to her breasts, hand resting there for a beat before sliding around her neck to pull her closer.
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