The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

A rush as they met, a raging fire sweltering within her, coiling and pulsating for him. His teeth on her cheek felt like razor wire, every grasping touch of tongue and lip like a liquid fire on her skin. She needed him like a fish on land needed water. She felt his body around her and she writhed and pulled him for more, gasping and panting to pull him in for more and more and more.

She bent to his will, the hard push to the floor sent her gasping but as he fell upon her she clenched her claws around his fur and gripped his neck as if she was hanging by a thread over a cliff. She bathed in the scent of him, his abominable scent made her pour herself open for him. She wanted him to seep into her with that violent need. She jerked and gasped the debauched air between them as he succumbed to her furious hunger. The blistering heat between them as he rocked them back and forth was hardly enough. She needed him more, she needed him harder, deeper! Impassioned and numb to any bruising she hooked her legs over his hips and pulled him in further. Her teeth reached for his shoulder to dig in and keep her body from sliding. The hard floor bit into her back as her hips tilted for him to have her deeper. She was ravenous for him!

She reached her back and flung her head with a heady maon. "I need you..." She whimpered breathy, her eyes ablaze seeking his again, "I need you! Please! More!" She begged. Her claws raked over his side as she clung for purchase. Her heart rampaged into her chest, she wanted him, needed him. She was sure she would die with how much she needed him. Whatever this was, she had never wanted anything more than him. If she could get under his skin it wouldn't be enough! How dare he? "What did you put that tea?" She pleaded, tears streaming, begging him for more and more. Pressing her heels into his hips to drive into her harder. She twisted and writhed and wriggled beneath him, gasping.

"speech"