A contented sigh escaped her lips as she felt the slow fullness causing that first rush of rapture to make its way through her.  Her eyes seemed to search his as she stared up at him.  It was different than the sensations she had experienced before, and Vara was suddenly glad she had refused Blackvayne, even if it had cost her so much.  She had no doubt the experience with the vampire would pale in comparison to this.<br/><br/>“Oh god, yes.  That.”  She moaned as she moved to meet the gyrations of his hips.  The wolf within her barked, craving more of the male on top of her.   Vara felt exactly the same way, and though she enjoyed the slowness of his worship, she also wanted to feel his strength, to experience that raw side of him that she could feel just beneath the surface.<br/><br/>“Harder...” She moaned, fingers gripping his biceps, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents each time she released or relaxed her hands.  Her body kept an even rhythm beneath him, arching and moving as he slid inside of her achingly-wet sex.  Vara bit down on her bottom lip as he plunged in a bit faster.  Her eyes were still on him, crystal clear with how much she needed him.  How much she wanted him.  It also showed in the way her inner-most muscles flexed around him each time he was inside her and the way her legs locked around his hips to keep him close.