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Not enough. His head pressed into her shoulder tenderly, lightly when he scoffed at her. Her shoulder ached at the gentle touch of it, ached as if it was reaching out for him to press harder. Her skin shivered under the rasp of his tongue on her chin and her lips parted softly for his. Her breath caught as he breathed the words of his possessiveness. Her nails dug into his fur with every syllable. The thrum and fluttering of her heart nearly drowned out his whispered promise against her ear. Her back involuntarily arched for him, blooming despite the aching pain within her. Her breath pressed against her larynx and pushed out a needy desperate sound for him. Her teeth raked through his fur down his neck in lustful handfuls. Pulling him closer. Her paws saught his neck to pull him further. Not enough.

Why wait until she was healed? The air in her lungs screamed for him to tear her apart and grasp her heart with his teeth. Suddenly the scar on her cheek to nose was not enough.

"I want you... I want you to leave marks in me. Marks from loving me too hard...." She breathed into his ear above her, her claws dully raking down his chest, "Leave your teeth marks on my body, consume me, brand me, I want to feel your love on my skin." She pleaded, her voice a heady rasp, "Make the world know I'm yours."