A sound emerges from her chest, a rumble that eases everything, like loving fingers running through my hair. It throbs against me, whispering it’s all right, it’s all right. It eases, comforts, throws a silken blanket over the jagged surge of my aggression. She’s purring. I turn back to her, nuzzle her neck mutely. Scenting her, I find only the musky honey of her desire wrapped in the vivid red scent of life itself, no fear to be found at all. We can share, that purr promises. You’re mine – all mine.
