It was exactly what she wanted. That forceful pressure, the barest hints of pain from his claws that were translated into pleasure that sparked across her skin, the delicious taste of him in her mouth. She was desperate for more.

Her legs lifted to press against his hips and thighs, trying to get him closer as her back arched to push her breast more fully into his grasp. Scratches across his back from her left hand followed as she clutched at him, and a series of almost pleading moans and sighs drifted through the room. She wasn't holding back her enthusiasm or that desperation one bit. She wanted him, and she wanted him to know it.