[He roars at that. There's a connection that curls between the two of them and his eyes brighten. His hips jerk against her as he feels himself swell in her before holding her against him to thrust harder. His own teeth sink into her neck and he holds her there, hair matting with sweat, body slick with fluids. Any thought of gentleness is gone.
no subject
She can take it.
His hips tighten.]
Christ you're beautiful. and you are mine.