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[Brows raised, he gave her a wicked grin, then moved to roll them on the bed, pinning her under him as he fit between her legs. His hands moved to find her wrists, holding them down near her head as he shifted his weight, feeling his cock nudge at her sex, dipping in slightly as he found her entrance. All it would take would be one thrust.]

Still sure?

[ She was well and truly pinned, and it sent a lovely thrill through her. His grin might be a wicked one, but the fact that he was making doubly sure that she was okay with this made her feel comfortable. Safe. ]

I'm sure if you are.

[His answer to that was a solid thrust of his hips. There was a brief moment his body caught on hers, then he glided in. He stilled when he bottomed out, letting her body adjust to his, and as he did, he leaned down and nipped at her jaw.]

More than sure.

[ She gasped when he finally slid inside her, and her arms briefly strained in his grip from and instinct to hold him.

Since she couldn't do that, she rubbed her legs a little against his instead. ]

You feel so good.

[The nip to her jaw turned into a nuzzle, a purr leaving him as he let his own body adjust to the tight heat around him. He felt her struggle a bit, scenting her to see if it was genuine distress or just- ah. Frustration and desire to touch. He could live with that. He kept her pinned, giving a slow grind of his body in against hers, stirring his cock inside her.]

Not nearly as good as you feel around me.

[ She moaned, her muscles contracting around his cock as if her body was trying to pull him deeper still. ]

Feel free to stay a while.

I might just do that...

[He certainly had no plans to leave here within the next hour or so. If he could wrangle it, he might just wear them both out until the sun came up. She was warm, soft, and willing. And knew enough about him to play along with certain things that made it all enticing.

He nipped at her lip, kissing her as he gave a slightly harder grind, a little thrust at the end of it. He pulled her hands up over her head, pinning them with one of his as the other moved down to pull her leg up higher along his side.]

[ She responded by wrapping both legs around him, nipping at his lower lip in turn once she needed to break the kiss to get some air.

If he wanted to play all night she wouldn't complain. In fact, she would encourage it. ]

[He liked the nip, licking at her mouth, slowly starting to build a rhythm of his hips moving between her legs. When she broke for air, he licked his way down her throat, nibbling at the pulse thrumming there, making a primal growling sound as he let the pleasure of her body around his ripple up through him.

He was always up for encouragement.]

[ It was a nice sound, even if it did send a nervous thrill through some ancient part of her. It didn't diminish the pleasure of his body moving against her in the slightest though, and she met his thrusts with slow rolls of her own hips. ]

[Part of what he enjoyed about intimacy like this was the mingling of scents. It was his own primal nature prodding that part, and while he wasn't looking to settle down and have cubs yet, his libido and hindbrain certainly didn't mind trying for it. The mingling of scents was a claiming, just as much as his teeth catching at her pulse was. His.

Maybe only for now, but his.]

[ Her sense of smell wasn't as keen as his of course, but with her hands pinned against the mattress and his teeth at her throat, the message was pretty damn clear.

She was his, and anyone with senses like his would know it for a good while after this tryst, she suspected. Did it go both ways? Would they catch her scent on him and know him to be hers?

In this primal moment, she wanted that to be so. ]

[He gave another thrust, a little shallow, then a little deeper, licking up to her ear to drag his teeth over it. He purred against her skin, fingers digging not ungently into her ass as he pulled her up against him.]

Tell me what you want. How do you want it, love?

[ She shivered under him, gently dragging her nails over his back while she tried to summon words to her lust-clouded mind. ]

Deep. For as long as you can stand it.

Deep.

[His own voice matched the word, knees pressing into the bed as he thrust himself in to follow her demands. Deep. Not too hard, not too much strength used. Just enough to feel the way his body sunk fully into hers. His testes touched the curve of her ass, and yes, that felt good. Very good. She took him in entirely and he moved his mouth over to lick at her lips.]

I can do that.

[ She moaned, both wanting him to stay right where he was forever and desperate for him to move, lips parting at the teasing of his tongue so that she could claim his moth for another long kiss. ]

I love the way you feel inside me.

[He made a guttural sound, a groan as he thrust in deep again.]

I'm not on the wrong side of happy to be in you, darling.

[ Her laugh was a little breathless, husky with pleasure and turning into more of a moan at the tail end. ]

Understatements, just what a lady wants to hear in bed.

[ She nuzzled at his neck, finding a a good spot to sink her teeth into and suck gently. Not enough to leave a mark just yet since she wasn't sure how he'd feel about that. ]

I'm doing my best not to make you laugh at my blue balls again.

[He let go of her wrists, releasing her hands as he slid his into her hair. She bit him and he felt himself stiffen inside her, thrusting deeper and holding himself there as instincts reacted to the nip.]

Careful, love. That's just shy of a commitment.

A commitment?

[ She stroked his back, almost soothingly, wondering if he was holding still like that because something was wrong, or simply because it felt good. ]

[He turned his head, biting at her lip, sucking on it before he let it go and smiled down at her.]

What, you haven't heard of mating marks? Don't tell me I'm the first shifter you've been with, darling...

You are, actually.

[ She smiled back at him, very curious now about where he was going with this. ]

[It was curious to have an educational conversation with someone when they were joined at the pelvis and he could feel her squeezing tight around him. The scent of arousal in the air kept his eyes gold and bright, his body stilling to just flex inside her occasionally.]

And you've never heard of a mating mark?

[ He wasn't the only one thinking that, but this definitely felt like something that couldn't quite wait. ]

I've heard the term, but no specifics.

Well, from my perspective, nips anywhere are always welcome. I love a good nibble or nip or bite. Around the neck, however... caution has to be taken. Even from a human. Don't ask me to explain the metaphysics of it, smarter minds than me have tried. But bites to the neck made with... intent cause a mark. Between lovers, it's a mating mark. Think of it as a promise ring that's a bit more visible and binding.

[He grinned down at her, leaning in and licking over her lip again.]

The specifics of them vary, but have you ever seen a mated pair of shifters with little marks on their neck. Ones that maybe might seem odd on a species that heals as quickly as we do.

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