Last night like this

Her desperate, gasping breaths were evidence of how close to the line they walked. Control, beautiful control over one he loved so terribly. Despite the pained whine of her breath, she still moved with him, for him. Pulling him into her as if she had no idea how close he had come to hurting her. 


Pain and pleasure was a line so easily blurred. A truth he felt as she pulled herself up his body, clamping her own teeth against his throat. He groaned, baring the vulnerable curve of his neck to her as she dug in. His own breathing became shallow, but his need and exertion burned for more. He felt her claws in his fur as he panted. digging his claws into her hips, forcing her to move quicker over him. Driving them, desperate, towards something. Shallow gasps escaped his open maw as his claws extended, digging harder into her. Punishing her, driving her, taunting her to do more.