We made these

His words ignited something inside his fiance. He could scent her lust, read it in the burning of her eyes. It was highlighted in the arch of her body. His own skin was reacting, burning with lust and need. Too long. It had been too long since he had claimed her last.


He arched into the brush of her teeth down his fur, letting out a soft, needy gasp. Who was he to deny a beautiful woman? He lost his willpower to her words, pulling her closer to him, clasping her body to his as he hungrily dug his teeth into her neck. Kissing and biting both. He groaned, feeling the sudden, desperate ache in his body. He pushed her onto the floor, none too gently. Putting his body over hers. Trapping her beneath him. “You belong to me. Body and soul, Little Bird. You fly only at my command.” He growled into her ear as he pushed himself into her. He had never wanted anything in his life as badly as he had wanted Ignita. A need that had only grown instead of waning in their time together. 


He thrust into her, the needs of his own body blooming. How had he refrained as long as he had? He leaned into her his teeth pressing against her throat. “You will never take another.” He told her  clasping his teeth into her neck and releasing. “You will live and die belonging to me.” His teeth were against her chin, digging, nipping. He licked the fur around her muzzle.