Greedy muscles clenched around his fingers and a deep sigh heaved her chest as if a missing piece had been carefully settled back into place. She was filled again, stretched around diligent and knowing digits. His voice settled over her, giving her permission to find her own release at the tips of his fingers. The tall man pumped his calloused fingers inside her, remembering the map he’d learned earlier and finding that button that caused her hips to rise from the floor and her thighs to open greedily.<br/><br/>At first, he’d held her down, taking her as if by force. But his violent reign had momentarily waned and soon, he released her neck, leaving her hands to search for purchase at her sides. It was permission he offered her, as if he really did own her and her ability to find orgasm. She would have denied it, if you body hadn’t reacted to perfectly to his voice.<br/><br/>Delicate fingers slid across her hip toward the hand buried between her thighs. Her green gaze, unseeing of the dried smear of her father’s blood, the woman’s mind forgotten of his torturous treatment, was intent on one thing. Within in seconds, she unraveled for him, whimpering and moaning as his fingers push towards that end he had so hurriedly denied her earlier.<br/><br/>Exhausted, mentally and physically, the little shewolf clenched her thighs around his hand, grinding her hips into his hand until there was nothing left to spur her on. The fire, dwindling to hot coals, have off just enough light to show her glistening skin and the fire between her hips and at her head.