Are You A Saint Or A Sinner? [M]

They both tortured each other to no end, knowing that only they could satisfy each other in ways that no one else could. It was maddening to want her and being unable to have her. Well, not so much that he couldn't have her because he could if he really wanted to, just more like she wasn't going to let him have her because she didn't want to bear bastard children if she turned out to conceive. She knew he would take care of the little rats and still she resisted him. He knew it was burning inside her too, the need for him to fuck her, but she was so fucking stubborn in denying it. It frustrated him to no end.

She laughed at his threat, as if it were the funniest thing in the world. Oh but Demy, you know that I can't Demyan snarled, his pale lips curled up and over his dentures at the mention of the annoying nickname she had come up with for him. His name was Demyan not Demy. And bull shit she couldn't stop teasing him. She very well could but she chose not to. The intensity of his gaze was not lost on her, he could see the slight tremble of her legs, how her resistance to him was on the verge of crumbling. How much longer could she resist him? She still had several more weeks to go before her heat was over. Would she be able to last that long? The hellion wasn't sure if he would be able to last that long. A frustrated whine slipped from her inky lips as they curled back over her own teeth, venom lacing her words as she spit them out. I hate this. She wasn't the only one. You don't think I don't? Standing here with this burning need to fuck you and you denying me what you and I both want. His voice was like ice, cold and just as sharp. Damn her fucking heat.

Cataleya turned away from him, marching her smaller frame back up the midnight beach, plopping herself down just before it ended, coral gaze intent on his figure as she watched him. Demyan growled to himself, powerful limbs carrying him after his sister as he approached her from behind, nipping at her haunches as he brought himself to tower over her, all four limbs splayed out around her, almost like a cage. He lowered his hind quarters, allowing the hot, needy length of him to brush against her, to show her just how much he wanted her, knowing that she wanted him just as much. The brute crouched down, lowering his muzzle to her neck, nipping at it, licking it, trying to convince her to give in to her desires. He knew how much she wanted to.