He stepped back as she spread herself, his eyes half wolf as he looked his fill.  The fact that she was glistening, ready for him already, made a low growl of hunger rumble in his chest.  Slowly his eyes rose, following the line of her body as he took in the rest of her.  Her breasts heaved, rising with every breath she took, her lips were swollen from his kiss, droplets of blood on her bottom lip a testament to his loss of control.  He'd never seen anything he'd wanted more than he wanted her in that moment.<br/><br/>Still growling he stripped, not caring that his pants were ruined as he kicked out of them.  His cock stood throbbing, as ready as she as, and he didn't make her wait.  Stepping between her thighs he thrust into her with one, hard motion, claiming her as he held her down with one clawed hand pressed between her breasts.  He forced himself to stay there for a moment, to let her body adjust, because though he knew she could heal from almost anything he could do he had never been a man to simply take, he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he did.<br/><br/>"Fuck... "he groaned as he felt her body adjust to his size and he finally began to move.  Leaning over her he pinned her with his body, taking slow, deep thrusts as he caught her lips again, relishing the coppery tang of her blood on his tongue.<br/>