Toho purred as he tasted the smooth skin of her cheek, them man inside of that powerful feline body realizing he'd wanted to do that from the moment he first saw her in the carriage. His tongue rolled all the way to her earlobe, batting softly at it as he nuzzled her cheek. He was becoming acutely aware that those torn pants could barely hold his arousal anymore.<br/><br/>With a gasp, he leaned back slightly, releasing his vise-like grip on her throat..what was he doing? He could have killed her! His consort, his new companion..his hand moved to grip the back of her neck, just tightly enough to keep her from scurrying off. He'd frightened her so. She'd never forgive him for this. Leaning in closer, he licked softly along her panting lips, over and over.<br/><br/>That hand shifted again, this time lower, over her chest. He slid a single clawed finger into her gown, between those plump, heaving breasts. So pale..and he could smell the faintest sheen of nervous sweat on them. Then, with an almost effortless motion, his claw slid over her gown, all the down to her thighs, slicing the fabric apart like paper.