Tarrok's head went down and down, his white hair dragging across her belly. Down past her not-navel, just above her pubic mound. Right on the soft, thin skin of her belly where it was tender. His kisses didn't relent, wild and lusty and everywhere at once.<br/><br/>As he went down, the catgirl could definitely feel teeth. Soft little faux bites between every kiss or so. Dragging the hard edge of them over a sensitive spot. Still careful enough not to break the skin, for now.<br/><br/>One powerful hand took hold of her thigh, near where it met the hip and held it up and open. Teased her button with soft licks and pecks. With his free hand, he began rubbing her sex with his pointer and middle finger. Angled her a little as she squirmed, practically stuck to her and what he was doing to her.<br/><br/>In this moment, Tarrok wanted Aiko just as much as she wanted him. Not claim her, for she was freely and happily given. But she was bound to him now, and so in reverse. If she was going to be his woman, then she'd be as happy as he could make her.