Last night like this

Her breath cut as he willed it closed. Sinking within her again mixing the pleasure with pain as she wholly felt him press over her nose and ravish her deep within. Her body trembled at the agonizing frenzy of the battle between heart and breath.

She struggled, pushing against him, she dug her claws into his shoulders, pushing and writhing. One of her paws made to claw his face away from hers when he suddenly released her and she opened her mouth to gasp and nearly wail for a fresh breath. She wheezed into a cloying powerful rush of succulent release deep within her. She barely felt his tongue and tender kisses on her chin as she shivered against him.

He rolled them, her body languid and bracing atop his chest now. Her hips still responding, her spine still plaint and her body still shuddering for him. Her lungs burned as she arched and whimpered over him. Her mind lost to the sensations of him around her entirely.

Each kiss and tender tongue lick over her pale fur an elixir against her every keening cry. The fierce lovemaking now tamed into quivering sensuous ministrations. How had she ever worried they would grow bored of each other? Their desperate need entangled them both with voracious appetites.

Her chest heaved as she gathered her strength. No, it was her turn now. Her lungs burned. The impressions of his teeth were still sore over her nose.

She hooked a claw around one of his long teeth, and her golden eyes opened to his with a searing sharpness over them. She stilled her movements, rigid and unrelenting over him as she drew his maw closer to hers. She found his mouth with hers and nipped his lip, then held it and lifted herself and slid herself roughly over him. Her lip curled into a half snarl as her other paw dug into his chest. She licked his nose and then down his cheek and found his vulnerable throat where she kissed before she opened her maw to encase it with enough force to hold him fast to her this time. She rolled her hips around him, ravenous to sink her teeth in just a touch too hard, rocking over him, attempting her own control of the rhythm. Her claws pulled at his fur with a punishing twist. The hearth fire stoked back into something wild. A tit for tat.