[She can feel his growl vibrate, both where his mouth is pressed to her skin and where her hand rests on his face. It's very gratifying. In a way, so are the drops and trails of blood she has from scratches and bites by now; she cannot even slightly find it into her to be concerned about that, and his claws just draw out another low moan.

Even as her muscles relax, his rough thrusts into her are intense, riding the line between pleasure and discomfort again. But the slight discomfort is probably the only thing keeping her from going over the edge, which means she stays there on the edge as he fucks her, trembling hard and somehow needing both more and less.

Eventually she decides that more is the answer, and she arches up against him, both hands sinking into his hair and digging into his scalp.]

Ah—come on—