He felt her body tighten over him. It was imposable, but she was tightening around him. He felt a greater heat within her, and her juices pushing down and around him. But when he started to pull back and out of her, he felt her body pushing him deeper into his lust. He moaned, and felt his body reacting to everything. He knew that she was going to milk him of it. Then her hand moved to his head, holding his head there, biting her. Her other hand was holding his hips, deep in her, and that was all that he could take. With one more powerful thrust forward, he moaned deep into her mark. His body started to move and jerk. His cock started to throb, and then it started to jet his white hot cum deep into her body, so deep that it was almost at her womb already.<br/><br/>He held there, pumping his seed deep into her. He knew that if he pulled away from her, his cum would leak out of her. His mouth and cock did not leave her, but he could feel his power being sapped from his being. He fell over, onto the bed. His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close, feeling them become one being, one sinful soul. His eyes started to close slowly, but he could not go to sleep yet. He had to care for his mate. He slowly pulled from her, and rolled her to her back. He laid on his side, licking at her wound slowly, making it heal. It healed into a deep back mark. He moved down her body. He licked at the claw marks at her hips, healing them as well. They all turned a deep black too. He loved the look of them.  He kept on licking at them, making sure that they were healed and feeling better. He could not lick down at her sex, or he would fall victim to wanting to take her again. He started to move up her body, but his strength was gone. He fell, his head landing softly on her stomach.<br/><br/>"My... mate... mine..."