Her panting only told him that she was getting more worked up. He wanted her, his primal side taking over. He wanted her in a way that she has never been taken first. It was going to be a way for her to submit to him more before he marks her as his. He growled deep in his chest. The feeling of it pushing onto her chest, vibrating powerfully. His hands did not stop of her, as if he knew that she would not be able to kill him. He kept on pushing until he reached each swell of her breast. His fingers moved over the outer side of each of them. And then he scratched quickly down her side.<br/><br/>He pulled his fangs off of her neck, little indents into her neck, but not breaking the skin, was left there. He moved his lips up to her ear, and with a quick whisper, he told her everything he wanted.<br/><br/>"Mine."<br/><br/>He pulled back down nibbling at her skin. This female would be his, but not as his possession, but as his mate. He wanted to mark her the proper way. His hips moved a little, his girth always pushing into his pants straining at them.