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Itzal could feel her tracing the flesh on his arm, and he liked it. She was the only one who could touch his flesh like that. Anyone else would soon find themselves without an arm. Itzal and Amy didn't fight often, though he did enjoy rough housing with her. When they really did fight, he didn't think either truly tried to kill the other like they could. They were more controlled than that most of the time. Itzal ran a paw down her back, feeling the curve of her back. She had a curve and figure that made others jealous but she also had muscle under all of the beauty that she knew how to use. Itzal didn't want a mate who constantly needed him to protect her. He wanted a mate who could protect herself but at times let him protect her when he needed her too. He found that kind of mate in Amy.
The growl that sounded from her to match his own made him shiver. When she turned to kiss him, he returned her kisses. When she stopped to explain what their pups were doing, he kept kissing her. He only stopped to chuckle for a second, "Good, they need to entertain themselves. He said, then went back to kissing along her neck and pulling her against him.
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