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her lips lightly brushing his, inhaling his exhaled breaths.
    “Shall I?” he asked, pushing his tongue between that perfectly formed mouth to lick at his lips, coating him before taking delicate sips from their soft surface. “Shall I whisper of the delights you will find in my arms? Shall I speak of things too dark and naughty to share with polite company? Shall I toss off his veneer of humanity and take you as I wish, as the predator claims its mate?”
    She tensed, her whole body writhing against him. Her legs parted and fell to either side of his slim hips, and she pressed her drenched pussy against the root of his burning hot cock.
    “Please?”
    With that one whispered word, his control broke.
    Snarling, he rose, wrapping his arms around her body before slamming her into the warm spot his body had made while he lay there supine, trapped against the prison of her making.
    Laney let out a squeak that he quickly swallowed up with his mouth slamming over hers.
    He groaned, her taste exploding over his senses with the flavors of lemon, mint, and the exquisite chocolate taste of his Laney-kitten.
    She moaned into his mouth. Struggling to hold back the caws that told of his nature, he felt his human senses vie with his animal instincts to just lay claim to her, to pound her into submission, to mark her so that no other male would dare to put their hands on his mate.
    “Chan,” she gasped, pulling her mouth free, feeling the temperature in the room steadily rise. The heat generated between the two of them made her break out in a hot sweat, their skin slithering against each other a slippery wet marvel.
    “Beloved,” he whispered, running nips and kisses down her neck and to her shoulders, instinctively seeking out the perfect spot to mark her as his. “You will burn,”
    He melted down her body, making sure that she felt every inch of his hungry body and hard cock sliding down, licking and savoring the taste of her with a series of dark clicks and moans.
    Her hips arced up into his body, and her hands buried themselves in his hair while he dropped steadily lower and lower.
    “Cool silk,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.
    He paused for a moment and then tugged against her grip, groaning at the tugging sensation in his head. It was a personal pleasure to have his hair pulled, and he relished the slight sting of it.
    “Sweet honey,” he crooned, moving down her body further, nuzzling through the trimmed thatch of hair that guarded her swollen labia and throbbing clit from his advances. “I can smell you,” he added, his voice deep and dark as the night. “I can inhale your essence, Kitten. It makes me want to drown myself in you.”
    Then he slid back enough to spread her thighs wide and make room for himself between them
    Laney blushed while he gripped her hips and eased them up over his own thighs, spreading her wide, feeling his eyes take in every swollen dew-drenched inch of her.
    “En-enjoying the view?” she moaned, looking away as if struggling to look anywhere but at his intent face and rapt expression.
    “Why, yes I am,” he breathed, reaching out to brush a finger over her clit and the swollen lips that it hid. “Your scent is amazing.” He licked his lips, arching an eyebrow when she continued to look elsewhere. “Your little curls are far softer than I would have imagined, Kitten. You maintain your garden well.”
    He chuckled softly at the darker blush that flowed up from her full breasts to her still-averted face.
    “Your little lips seek to protect your secrets from me, but I am a persistent man, Kitten. I am a jealous man. Your body’s defenses will not keep me from what I seek.”
    Again, he ran his fingers over her groin, noting the darker pigmentation at the labia and the mouth of her slick and shiny vagina, collecting the moisture and bringing it slowly to his lips.
    Reaching out with his free hand, he turned her head until she faced him. When he had her full attention,