Her fingers wrapped around tendrils of my hair and pulled, lighting my body on fire with her urgent demand. She tried to lift herself, to ride me.
I lifted her body, dropped her on my c**k. When I had enough of teasing her, I held her in place and f****d her hard and fast, her back to the door. Her orgasm rushed through her in a matter of minutes and my long-abused, scarred body was all too eager to follow her into release after so many years of pain. Torture. Battle. War.
My seed pumped into her, marking her with my scent, my claim. My beast fought to be free, to join the fray, to claim her in my true form. I held him back. Human. I had to pretend to be human or I would frighten her. Lose her.
Half-clothed, we panted, our bodies locked together. I lowered my lips to the top of her head
