[mature] Mind the empty bottle
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Golden embers burned brightly, lust driving him to tangle his hand in her mane none too gently and drag her to him even as she tugged his earth hued fur. The taste of her blood on his tongue was intoxicating, and a growl rumbled in his throat. He thrust his hips up, rubbing his swollen member against her body. There was a look in her eyes, a look on her face that told him she had heard the dry whispers of the butterflies, adding fuel to his fire.

Fuck it. Forget her on top. He needed to be in her now. He used her hair to slam her to the ground, his other hand pulling her fragile hands over her head and pinning them there. He grunted as he started thrusting his hips, his cock seeking out the dripping honey of her slit. None too soon he felt her velvet walls surrounding his cock, and he began fucking her eagerly. He was taking his pleasure of it, loving being as rough with her as he needed to be.

He released her hands and her hair, only to lean his head in and begin nipping at her chest and shoulders. The male didn't know or care if any of his 'love' bites drew blood, though certainly they couldn't all have avoided breaking the skin. There would be blood, from both of them, and it would only serve to deepen the heady pleasure he was feeling.


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