You own me like whispers in poetry

Beneath his monstrous form, she was held fast. A whimper, a moan, a gasp her poem to him. His feverish tempo within her sent her mind to stars. She felt his titillating claw down her cheek and then dug into her shoulder, she gasped and relished in the pain, growling as they kissed.

Panting with him as he finished she let him press upon her lightly. Another kiss and an unbidden noise escaped her as he went down her chin and placed his teeth upon her throat. She quivered beneath the dangerous claiming touch. She was his, his, his. She would fetch the moon for him if he bid it.

He found his way down her belly and kissed her there, right where he had filled her full. She gasped and arched her back again as he worked her. He continued to pin her down until she was howling and pushing and writhing. The crescendo she reached sent her sprawling, gripping the furs and bracing her back paws upon his shoulders until she was shaking and trembling. She pleaded with him no more but wickedly he persisted and again he sent her to the skies, again, then again, until she was well and truly spent. She was limp, gasping just to breathe, her eyes closed, and her body weak. She could barely open her eyes to look at him, nor shift herself to allow him room to lay next to her.

In the fog of her ecstasy, she wondered, did it happen? She felt something was different this time. Something happened, but she couldn't say what or why.

"Ignita"