“You told me touch was healing to wolves, that it brought comfort and security,” she told him.
He nodded.
“I need healing, comfort, and security Fane,” she whispered, against his skin as she kissed his neck, shoulders, and chest in between each word. She pushed his hands, showing him through their bond where she wanted them to be. Fane’s chest rumbled as he felt her need and was surprised when he realized it was every bit as great as his own.
“You need me, my touch, my kiss, my love,” he hovered over her, looking down at her face and body.
There was a time when Jacque would have blushed under his gaze, but not now, not when Fane had shown her just how completely a male loved his female in their world.
“I do,” she agreed.
“Good,” Fane growled, as he lowered his body to hers.
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