Aiko's nails felt like pointed bliss as they broke the skin. An exhilarating shiver ran up his body at her guidance. Maybe it was that old, in the blood desire for battle that made it just so effective. Even a small cut was enough to fool that part of him, combining the two pleasures.<br/><br/>She didn't have to ask him twice. Between her clawing and the adorable sounds she was making, Tarrok was finding it harder not to go all out. His hips crashed into hers, as hard as he was willing to go without her express permission. Pounding her warm tunnel, it felt like she was trying to draw him back in every time. Wet slaps echoed from their coupling, spurring him on.<br/><br/>Tarrok's burly arms wrapped around Aiko's slim waist. One to hold her body against his, snugly enough their skin ground together. Then he brought the other up, to the back of her neck. Her bites and kisses demanded to be met in kind, and he refused to disappoint. Nipping and growling, he gave her more of the ravaging she'd requested.<br/><br/>When her second orgasm hit, Tarrok didn't stop his unrelenting assault. Didn't bother to slow down at all, either. He kept hammering her like a bent nail. As if he could stop so soon, so abruptly. That need practically screamed at him, demanded to be sated. Angling a little inward, for a spot that seemed more sensitive than the rest, he focused on a new goal. She wouldn't stop riding that orgasmic high if he had anything to do with it.