Each growl sent her pulse racing anew, and just as she thought she’d calmed herself, he would growl again and her heart would set off like a scared rabbit. Cinnamon gaze watched in delight as his head fell back, his hips coming forward to better meet the hands that stroked him. It was a pose worthy of a picture, the large beast giving Damita full reign of what was happening and how – Was she in control? She would of liked to think so, though it was a small unconscious thought tucked far away in her brain.<br/><br/>She made a small sound in her throat, not unlike a whine, as his rough tongue slid over the delicate column of her neck. Breasts were thrust forward into his hands, greedily wanting more attention than he was already giving, her nipples like pebbles under his palms. Her own breathing was heavy and erratic, gasps taken here and there when she forgot to inhale.<br/>