<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The female stared down at the male as if he was just a piece of meat, until he managed to grip a hold of her and hurled her onto the open side of the bed, triggering a low growl to rumble from within her. Long golden curls splayed behind her, a deceitful halo as she maintained eye contact, those icy orbs never once glancing away. The female almost ignored his touch as she focused on his words that only enraged her further. She had struggled to survive, to draw herself out of the pit she'd been cast down into. It was all for one purpose. And yet, all she could think of was the thriving need inside of her, burning inside of her like a vicious, roaring fire. <br/>
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The moment his lips collided with hers there was a shift in her behaviour. Seemingly delicate hands brushed up along his chest, raking her nails into the muscle as she pressed her lips feverishly against his, caressing and devouring his heat as much as she was inspiring it. As his hands tugged her body closer, the female's legs rose to brush along his sides before clamping down around his waist, her calf muscles rested along his back as she tugged him closer. The heat in the apex of her legs was nearly searing. There was already a swell of her flesh, hinting her need. More than anything she wanted to flip him over, but she could tell from how he managed to throw her off that he was stronger than she was, and he was in a position that would require a good deal of power to shift let alone his individual strength.<br/>
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When their kiss broke enough for her to speak, a slow, devious grin slipped along her lips. "Humans are innocent, we are damned. May as well enjoy it," Her soft, low words were almost like a serenade as one of her hands slipped down between them. The female managed to adjust her body to slip further down, enabling her fingers to grasp onto the hard flesh between his legs. Separated fingers brushed along his flesh, caressing and massaging his shaft with a tight grasp. Her head nestled into his neck as she could feel the heat within her growing, her body was already prepared, slick and waiting. The she-wolf wanted to taunt him further, and for that, she was prepared to endure her own lust and torment.<br/>
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Natalia continued to caress and stroke him with excessive force and with some reasonable speed. The female angled her legs and gripped further on his body to prevent him from leaning down against her, hoping to prevent him from taking her just yet. Purposely, the she-wolf bit down on his shoulder, threatening to pierce the skin as her hand increased in pace, thrusting along him with pure intent. <br/>
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