<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let out a rough gasp as he pushed into her almost violently. If she hadn’t already been wet the second his fangs sank into her neck, it would have been a lot more painful. But as it was, it was exactly the way she liked it. Moaning into his kiss, her hands grabbed onto his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as he drove roughly into her. She made it a point, as he finally set a rhythm to his fucking, to open her eyes and watch his face, loving the smoldering, aggressive look there.</span>