When she turns her head, her green eyes latching onto him, something shimmers in Finley’s own dark blue eyes. His hooves remain fastened to the sandy ground as she moves closer, his ears never raising, but his heart hammers inside his chest. The wild feeling inside him is almost suffocating, and he wonders at what point he might forget how to breathe. Because every breath he takes is filled with more and more of her.


When she reaches him, speaks to him, Finley can’t help the smirk that cuts across his chocolate lips. “Do you truly think of me so often, that you cannot tell what is real, and what is not?” he quips, his voice much gruffer now, almost a growl, than the higher pitched sounds of a youth that he once had. Stepping closer to the mare, he doesn’t reach for her nose like he might’ve greeted a stranger. Rather, he moves past that, his muzzle reaching out to trail just above her flesh without touching her. From her neck to her withers and onto her back. His warm breath skimmed over her two-toned skin, wanting nothing more than to see shivers down her spine.


“You don’t truly wish to fuck me, do you?” a play against her of her own words. Finley isn’t sure what he expects her to say, but his blood runs hotter, and his muscles coil in anticipation of however she might react. “Fate” he whispers her name, as if it were a sin.

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stallion | mutt | 15.2hhs | Smokey Black | Angel x Xiomara

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