The claws were definitely an appreciated touch. His hips pounded hers in retaliation, a direct stimulus response. Every point on every finger seemed to fill him with new strength. She could probably keep him going for days just giving him little scratches.<br/><br/>In contrast, his voice was turning to a steady growl. One, then another and another as her tightness and her claws dragged minutely. At one point, it was basically one long, continuous throaty rumble. It wasn't a sound of pleasure received like her purring. It was the sound of pleasure about to be given, and enjoyed.<br/><br/>Pausing his scratching, he slid the hand down to her neck. Pinky to just pull back a little, forefingers to angle her up by the soft underside of the jaw. Scrunching his body for a moment, he planted a kiss right on her. Took her tongue with his, relished her taste for every second it lasted.<br/><br/>Then he was back at it again, the claps of his skin against hers the only sound for miles. He changed up his rhythm to keep it from getting repetitive. Slowly pushing in all the way and then rolling his hips. Quicker, shorter jabs that built up to a peak before changing again.