They Killed The Poet

This woman was infuriating. She kept moving away from him, making him lose a bit more control each time. He could feel the beast wiggle in his belly, craving for her fresh against his. Plus she kept rubbing up, and then moving away. His lady was a damn cat, and he was driving her mental. Again he followed her, a more guttural growl rumbling in his chest. He felt the need for her twist and curl around him, tightening like a constricting snake. He wanted to clamp his jaws down on her gold kissed scruff, making her stay in that position as he ravaged her body. But no, she moved about. She breathlessly told him that she wanted to know why he craved her so. Apollo wasn't sure that he could even speak straight, he was going crazy for her form.

"I can't get you off my mind, without you by my side I feel blind. Your hips scream at me when you sway, I can hardly hold myself at bay." He barked harshly, sweet words spoken with rough tones. He tried to close the distance between them, growling again as he nipped along her rump. "If you don't let me have you soon, I will not be a croon. I need to have you now, or must we do this dancing bow?" He asked, nibbling his way up her delicate spine. Oh how badly he needed her, but his little damsel wished to play games. Fine, she could play all she would like. But when he did finally snap, he would not be a gentle
lover like he had been before. No, he was growing more and more animistic now, and the more she danced away from his long, lanky legs, the rougher he would get.

Apollo rumbled and growled more, teasing her flesh with his teeth and tongue. If she was going to play with him, than he was going to play with her too. His teeth picked their way through her fur, his bites getting harsher as he went along. Not enough yet to draw blood, but it was getting there. He needed her, craved her. Her very scent drove him crazy, it coiled ever tighter around him.