Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
He can feel her surrender, the way she gives herself over so completely. Giving him everything he had ever dreamt of. Almost immediately, he softens, the beast within him placated by such sweet surrender, but the gasp that escapes her lips as he claims her so brutally. By the way she claims him so easily in return.
He sinks deeper into her, a low growl rumbling through his chest as he seats himself fully inside her, making her entirely his. Erasing everything and everyone that had come before him. None of that matters anymore. All that matters now is that she is his, and he is hers. He would brand himself into every corner of her body and soul until she could never hope to forget him or his claim.
His lips trace tenderly along her spine, her shoulders and withers, a hot, breathless trail as he tastes the salt of her satin skin. So breathtakingly perfect. Everything in him wants to watch her pleasure, to feel her splinter apart beneath him and know that she had loved this just as much as he.
Slowly, he begins to move, rocking against her, losing himself in the rhythm, in the feel of her so warm and alive and deliciously responsive against him. Until it all becomes too much, coalescing into a bright pinnacle impossible to resist, dragging them both along. He becomes hard, more insistent, until he drives into her one last time with a low, rough moan. His teeth instinctively seek her flesh, the delectable curve of her withers, gripping possessively as he presses impossibly closer.
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