His hands left her hips, their bodies moving in a steady tempo. This was not a race, this was not him slamming her to hurt her or find his own joy and then leave. There was a consistent driving of his body into hers, feeding her desire by opening her body to his. He moaned, letting his breathing grow heavy so that she could hear him over the sounds of their meeting, their mating. The room, soft red still, display them in hued shadows. His sweat fell from his brow and chest to land upon her back.<br/><br/>He leaned over, altering his stroke so that every thrust entering would run the head of his cock against the textured patch of skin on her outer wall. His flesh would push hard against her, engorged and smooth, slick with her body, he would drive and rub against her with each entry. He put his hand down right beside her mouth, a strong and intentional gesture. She had not been able to see it coming if she had closed her eyes as he had asked. The impact depressed the mattress even as he drove himself again and again into her body. She had wanted him, and he had wanted to give himself.<br/><br/>His other hand ran over her back, rubbing her sweat from her skin. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking the taste of her body from his fingers before returning to her back. His nails were normal again, simple and human once more. He began deliberate pulls down her back, never breaking skin, but leaving trails . He worked from her spine out, each side of her back getting attention. She could feel him stretch inside her, seem to grow a little larger as any remaining skin was now flush and erect. There was no room left to go as he drove himself closer to release.<br/><br/><em>Yesss....Tegan .</em>