The music that was her screams sounded as sweet as the voice of the full moon itself. He closed his eyes and growled low and deep as he continued to take her here on the kitchen table. The beast within was chomping at the bit to lay into his mate and fuck the living hell out of her, but he held it in check. His pace was slow and steady if a bit rough. Judging by the way the table legs lifted off the floor with each forward thrust, it was probably even rougher than he was intending, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact she appeared to be enjoying it.<br/><br/>Lowering his face to her chest his lips feasted upon the sweet, plump flesh of her breasts. His tongue sampled the succulent, hard, nipples. His teeth sank softly into the soft, tender mound a few inches below the aerole. The bite was firm enough to feel, but did not quite puncture the skin. His tongue was quick to follow soothing the injured area with warm, wet caresses.