You own me like whispers in poetry

Who was he to deny his love what she wanted? He drove into her deeper with a ragged gasp, feeling every inch of her as he gave in to his desires. He was not gentle, but by the sounds Ignita made, it didn't seem she minded. He held her beneath him. His captive, his victim, his beloved. He used three paws to hold him and keep his thrusting going. The third paw he ran down her cheek, before digging it into her shoulder. He gasped into her mouth, kissing her as he made love to her. 


It wasn't long before he was spent, mad with lust as he was. He lay lightly pressed against her for a moment, before he kissed her again. Trailing his mouth down her muzzle, down her chin. Wickedly, he touched his teeth to her throat just briefly before he continued down making his way slowly to the spot he knew she wanted him to be. He knew by now how she liked this, and she had tended to him. It was time that he tended to her. This time he would be slow and gentle, kissing her spot and taking his time with her.