Had it been over then, the pause would have allotted her the chance to catch her breath and allow the stars to recede from her eyes to better see. But the veil of euphoria this thick and heavy, and not easily disbanded no matter how long she stared at her paws to bring some sight in focus. The pause between release and recuperation was so utterly brief; she had only a moment to brace herself before she was again taken wholly. Her inviting walls quivered as his flesh was submerged into her pulsing depths while her dulling claws gripped the ground aimlessly for stability. No word could describe the sensation, nor could the fathom a thought on it in her present state. Yet her voice expressed it for her, riding the ranges of conceivable volume.
She felt the claws in her hair but didn’t dare pull against it, only whined in acknowledgement to his silent decree enforced by the full possession of her form. She wouldn’t leave…she could dare try it again. Rather she was receptive…urging even, as the she-wolf braced herself against the ground forcing herself fully upon all fours again as she inched back against her mate, purposefully pressing against him.