An explosion of fur and teeth, unraveling slowly below me. I feel lied to, that something so terrifying can feel so right. What other unknown sensation is waiting for me in this reality ?

No more time for thoughts.

Heat is permeating over me. My extremities feel ice cold. I shiver, shiver so much. A wet breeze is coming up my legs, your breath painting me all over. You are red, so red. Red is your mouth, red is your hands, red is your tongue. You paint my legs, so cold. You paint my stomach, so hot. I grasp at your ears, claw at your fur, so warm, so comforting.
Your sharpness drags across my back, revealing the truth. I was already red under my skin. Your fangs digs deep into me, spreading my colour everywhere. Come up to me, at my neck, my throat, my lips. My hands are still playing in your fur, revealing your own secrets, your scars, your own lips. You have beautiful lips, both with and without teeth. I can't bear to ever stop looking at them.
I kiss you again and again. I taste your sharpness, savour your colour, give you all of me. Take it all, have me. I kiss your heat, I kiss your hunger, I kiss you until you can't hold your howls. My mouth is red, my hands are red, my tongue is red.
Red is me.
I have hair, I have heat, I have fangs and claws. I am not cold anymore, evermore. I am so thirsty, so I drink more of you, as you drink more of me. I feed on your scent, I bathe in that colour, I sing in tune with your fire. It burns, it hurts, and its delicious.

I love you.