Roe followed her, once again hounding the woman who had summoned him, created him in this form. He was against her, pushing and wanting, the panting from his already heady breathing burning across her neck. She bent over the table and his hands reached for her hips. There was no time for a slow build up, that had been the torturous last hour. There was no need as he could pull the scent the arousal on her body as easily as he saw it coat her upper legs.<br/><br/>With an almost violent motion he moved her, rolling her to be on her back. He caught her legs in one hand, bringing them up, to his shoulder as he looked down to her. He had to see her eyes, see that they burned in the same way his did. He needed to see the lust that he wanted to sate, the fire that he had created and that he would continue to feed. He needed her to see the same in his eyes, the want and painful desire to have her.<br/><br/>He reached down, taking himself and holding himself to her entry. Had it been any other time, had they attempted this in any other condition, the first push would have torn a scream from both their throats. Always before, the build up, the teasing, the playing, the exacting arousal had gotten them to this point. This time he was upon her and thrusting deep as he leaned forward. Her legs pulling her ass from the table, tightening her body even as her bore down with force. He entered her and slid to her core, both their arousal demanded nothing less.<br/><br/>There was no pause, an animal instinct to conquer, and open her, overrode any concept of tenderness. Had this been what she had originally wanted him for? This may have been even more primal that what she could have imagined. A noise tore from his throat that was half scream, it was dripping with the arousal of his body.  She was his, under him, as he thrust into her, his hands moving to take possession of her hair, to hold her in place as he pushed deep, pulled away, pushed again.<br/><br/>Closer to a ravishing Roe did not stop, his eyes focused on hers, watching hers, finding some connection that they had never lost. In his look she would see, she had summoned him in another way. Brought out the animal that knew only want. had on her name on his times. Craved and demanded her attention and her body in equal parts.<br/><br/>The steady sounds of the boots hitting his shoulders, the sound of the denim of the jeans rubbing his skin mixed with noise of their bodies meeting. He did not restraining himself, crying her name in between moans of pleasure as he did everything he could to sate not only his inner beast's lust, but hers as well.<br/><em><br/>Tegan.</em>