Sonora had never experienced sex like this before, likely because she had never been with one of her own kind until right now. It was primitive, primal in a way that called to something equally primal deep within her. She felt his growls, took them into her body in the same manner that she accepted his length within her core. She was barely aware of the sound of scraping table legs as he drove relentlessly into her. The wolf in him called, and she felt hers rise to meet it as she began to lift into his thrusts.<br/><br/>She felt the rippling muscles beneath her hands, her nails scoring down his back and leaving thin, red lines in their wake. It was the first time Sonora was not required to hold back, and both sides of her thrilled at the knowledge. She knew he could handle her. He could more than handle her. The crack and scrape of splintering wood was loud in her ears as he dug his claws into the table to either side of her head. Instead of scaring her, like it would any<em>normal</em>person, it fueled her desire, the pressure building steadily inside her.<br/><br/>Gasping as he broke the kiss, Sonora moaned breathlessly into his ear as he dropped his face against her neck. One hand slid down his back, nails scoring along his flesh, to grip one cheek of his ass as he moved. The other pushed in the other direction, tangling in his hair. The sharp scraping of his teeth against her throat made her shudder, and the single word he growled was nearly her undoing. Tugging on his hair, she arched, a growl in her words as she cried out, "Yes! Grayson, please...more...<em>more</em>!"