My tongue slides out, wetting my lips as I see the flush to her cheeks, my head lifting as I scent the air. A low growl slips out before I realize it.
Sorry, Master I whisper, my control slipping a little.
My answering growl is a soft one of warning. No hunting tonight my Pet.
I curl my left arm around her tightly, my wrist close to her lips. If you are feeling a might peckish my sweet one...