He watched her and she slowly looked up in the mirror, and when she did, he started to pull out of her again. There was the slickness of her blood, making this a little easier this time. But the look of her face, in pain and crying, made him think about it. He almost thought about slowly down, taking her slowly, but then he remembered what she had said when he started to take her slowly.<br/><br/><em>"Marcus...please...no."</em><br/><br/>He growled, and then slammed back into her again. He started to regain some of his anger at her. The pleasure of her body mixing with it, making it into a powerful lust. His grip still holding tight. The feeling of her blood running down his claws and dripping off of his hand. His wings folded up, and his tail flicked. Then he smiled, and moved the tail slowly around him and to her body, and she slowly pulled out of her once more. The tail started to caress her slowly, moving over her. The sharp in of the scale staying away from her now. He snarled once again, and slammed back down into her hot, and now starting to become very wet core. The feeling of his pleasure growing, and moving him to the primal need to plant his seed deep into her. He wanted to see her plump with his child. He growled deeply again, and the pulled out of her quickly this time, his need for that driving him. He slammed into her again.<br/><br/>"My mate... now..."