<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You are," Cat moaned.  "Take me harder -- I can handle it, baby, just -- just take me," she begged.  Her heels dug into his thighs and her fingernails into his back, unable to hold back any longer.  The teeth on her neck were hot as hell too -- even if she knew she should object to being marked up, right now she didn't care.  "You gonna mark me up, baby?  Stake your claim?"  Her back was arching, pressing her breasts into his chest with each stroke.  "Fuck -- you feel so damned good, Gabriel."</span></span>