Anya could barely breathe as Isoke pounded into her. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly to him and her own arms did the same, wrapping around him and holding him close. Her loud moans joined his grunts and growls and this new side of him, this feral, possesive side had her burning hotter than she had before. She barely remembered to keep her flames completely to herself, only letting them lick over her and around him, so not to catch his bed on fire.<br/><br/>His thrusts were long and hard, powerful, and she could swear that she could feel him all the way in her throat as he claimed her, taking her for everything she had. Her muscles tensed as she felt that first tingle coming on that signified how close she was to orgasm. It wasn't until his teeth dug into her neck, that sensative spot where her throat meets her shoulder, did she cry out.<br/><br/>That mark, that feeling sent her over, her body toppling over the precipice of bliss. Flames erupted around them and the bed frame creaked beneath their weight. She let out a birdlike cry as her fangs erupted from her gums once again and she bit him. She drank from his neck this time, her pulls less thirsty and more leisurely as the orgasm swept thruough her.<br/><br/>As the cinnamon taste flooded her senses, another orgasm hot her and she let him go, her head thrown back as she screamed. Flames licked over them, engulfing them completely as his cock oushed her through and her pussy muscles clenched, gripping and milking him for more of his wonderful semen.