Love is a heart shaped necklace
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He was comfortable and warm on the extra long bed and had no wish to move any time soon, and from between his arms his emerald eye stared with a half lidded gaze, a lazy almost there smile curling his lips. To any other her voice would be dead, no hint of true feeling within it but to him her soft musical voice spoke volumes. As loathe as he was to leave his comfortable warmth he was not opposed to sharing it with a certain crimson tipped creamy colored she-wolf. With a mischievous grin and more speed than someone of his size should have, he pulled her into the bed with him and wrapped his long, lean body around her soft curvaceous one, moving her in close against him so that she could share in the heat as well.

There would be nothing within his movements to compare against the violent cruel man who had raped her so viciously, he was all gentleness and caring, a large dusted hang coming to cup the curve of her cheek softly. His body was all too happy to have her this close to him and he couldn't help certain reactions to the lushness of her form and sweet, intoxicating scent that was almost a drug to him. He had long ago ceased being embarrassed at his body's reactions to her, but he made no attempt to encroach upon her that way, merely happy just to have her laying against him, he rumbled deep in his throat, a sound of contentment.


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