<strong>"Give me your best, Alexa"</strong>, Puternic ordered as the French kiss was broken. His breath did not show any change, even though his heartbeats were speeding. His eyes were filled up with passion, challenging her to return the same passionate, mysterious gaze of some minutes earlier, that had made him feel so beloved, desired and at the time, empowered and in charge. With the grip on her neck, his lips dived back into hers, sucking her passionately, as if he wanted to pump all the air out of her lungs. The speed with which he accomplish that was amazing: in a matter of seconds, both lips were sealead and his tongue had once more invaded her mouth, unafraid that her fangs could harm him.<br/><br/>Not much after his words, Alexa felt his member leaving her depths until only his glande was inside her warmth. All the way up, Puternic felt her walls clenching over his member, as if she did not want to let him go. Women are normally tight when he experiences them for the first time: none of them had ever had such a large member inside them, since the other human males were just a mere reflection of his perfect reality. Alexa's walls were slightly different: she exerted a more sophisticated control over them, making his move even more delicious. Puternic had the impression she was moulding herself to his size, making it tighter right after he left the position. His heightened senses were examining every reaction and nothing was scaping to his analysis.<br/><br/>And Puternic thrusted her again. This time, more violence came from his body. All his abs muscles contracted, his thigh muscles rippled, his chest inflated. His pelvis hit hers with greater force: any normal woman would have them broken following such an impact. It was strong, it was swift, it was animal. The bed cracked, making creeping sounds, nearly causing the mattress to go to the floor. He wanted to make her reconsider her words: Puternic was not a puppy, he was a wolf, taking his prey.