I Like The Way It Hurts

Her statement prompted the gilded brute to his paws and Cirrus grinned, taking another drink of the wine before digging the bottle into the sand beside them so that it would sit upright. The large wolf stepped her her supple frame and heat flared through Cirrus. His paw brazenly stroked down her side and further heat pooled within her. A sultry little purr left the fae and her two-toned gaze smoldered as she searched his face.

Cirrus was experienced. Much more so than the young man above her, though she didn't know this. He could have been a seasoned lover. Gauging by the look on his face, she imagined that she would soon find out.

"You can have your way with me," the snow and charcoal fae spoke softly, "As long as I can have my way with you." The fae's back curled, stomach tightening, as she leaned up and pressed her lips into his. Her tongue flicked over his bottom lip and she growled quietly. If he wanted her, he could have her, but it went both ways. The man could fuck her, but she was going to fuck him in return.

"Cirrus"