While Cat had been very charming when they had been on their date, and even before, now he treated her like his own personal bitch.  This was not lovemaking, it was rutting, savage, animalistic, hard, and fast.  Even as Ianthe climaxed, Cat slammed his hips into hers, he was ferocious, and as she moaned and spoke, she could feel his teeth sink into her shoulder.  It wasn't enough to draw blood, but it would send a signal of some pain into her brain.  Pulling back, a soft growl entered his throat, unsheathing himself, as he turned her face down, her facce buried in the cushions, her belly and breasts pressing against the cushioned surface, before being hammered into again.  Her pussy once more being plundered by the savage rutting of her paramour.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>