Her knuckles were white as she clung to her dress, shocking keeping her from moving immediately or trying to scramble away; it was something that she thought would never happen in her wildest dreams – or were they nightmares? Any chance of a scream was frozen in her throat as his paw shoved her hand away, Damita finally breaking her gaze from his, cinnamon gaze cast downward as he pushed the remnants over her dress down and over her arms.<br/><br/>Her thoughts suddenly organized themselves, her compromised modesty serving to only further the knot of anxiety and anger in the pit of her stomach. Lips parted to speak, though his constant licking and sudden stimulation of her nipples instead brought out a small sound that sounded remarkably like a groan, those nubs hardening in the sudden rush of cool night air.<br/><br/>Shoved onto her back, Damita immediately sought to push herself back up, though she cringed back as he moved to shadow over her. She couldn’t tear her eyes from his face, the feral light within the cougar’s eyes; she’d seen similar looks from men within the towns they’d passed, though she’d though nothing of it, safe within the confines of her carriage. She shuddered from the exposure from the cold and his claw, shoulders shivering more out of fear as his claw slid down and over her belly, his hot tongue following the thin white line his claw had left behind. Her last piece of modesty was her lovely satin panties, that delicate piece of cloth hiding her most precious of flesh from the eye as she whimpered.<br/><br/>