Last night like this

The last wall, his throat presented to her, her teeth clenched over the crucial life force of the beast beneath her. Her beast, her Basilisk. Her heart thrummed as her lungs ached. One twist of her head and she could slice him open. The effort to hold him and herself in control was intoxicating. His groan against her teeth made her jaw ache, she clenched her teeth together ever so subtly, just a little too hard, the line so painfully pleasurably close. Her breath came heavy as she panted for him. As her punishing claws twisted his fur she felt him grasp her hips, moving them for her. No! She held her pace with a growl until she felt his needle sharp claws dig in and enforce the rhythm quicker. The blazing need within her made her gasp and release his throat enough to bury her teeth again into the space of his shoulder and neck, deep into the ruff of his fur to muffle her explosive whine. Her legs had no hope of maintaining the rhythm he wanted! The agony from his claws into her hips launched her into a new level of overwhelming sensations. Her voice reached a fervent crescendo to the thrill of him so fiercely inside her, her claws clenched, her teeth sank, and her hips erupted in a trembling spasmodic tremble. She surrendered. Her spine pulled her away from him as she arched, braced, and with a harsh gasp then effervescent moan! Her limbs shivered with the dive over the edge. A second time! With much effort, she dragged a dull claw down his chest and over his tender stomach. The line she stitched together their first weeks as master and slave.