He slid his fingers beneath the material of her bra, sweeping along her flesh, exciting her body as his mouth attached itself to her neck and suckled at her skin, careful not to mark her. She knew why he couldn't mark her, he was afraid, if he marked her maybe she'd think it was more than it was. She knew she wasn't what he wanted to mark just what he wanted to lay with. She moved her head, allowing his mouth more access to her neck. The tears pricked at her eyes as his mouth moved, but she refused to cry. This was what she wanted, maybe the feelings were wrong but the actions were there and she'd take what she could get.

He pulled the material down revealing her breasts to his hands completely. He hands captured them, rolling the flesh in his palms exciting moans from her throat. He could feel the rumbles through her neck but surprisingly his ears didn't hear the hollowness behind the sound. She felt every movement of his hand with heightened senses that she cursed. She had believed that you could only feel things like this when both people were seriously interested in the act, she'd been naive.

He moved his hands around her back and unclasped her bra letting the material fall between them. He pulled her body to his, and she cried out as her chest was crushed against his. The wiry hairs on his chest irritated her skin but she liked the feeling, it was so rare to be touched on the skin even after they had found a block.

His hands roamed over her back digging in as her nails scratched his back, his teeth nibbling at her skin, never rough enough for a mark in the morning. She dropped her hands to his waist pulling the waistband of his jocks from his body and began to inch them down his legs. He pulled his hips away from her to allow them free movement and once she had them down far enough let them go allowing him to wriggle his thighs until they pooled at his feet. Her hands slid back up her thighs as his mouth moved towards her mouth. He captured her lips in an almost possessive kiss but she knew better. Her nails dug into his flesh just slightly as his tongue slid across hers. Warmth rushed through her abdomen and she wanted to be as naked as he was.

He seemed to sense her thoughts and pulled away hooking his fingers beneath her knickers and pulling them down, he knelt in front of her and as she stepped out of them he attacked her calf. Kissing it lightly before nibbling on the skin. She clutched his shoulders as she felt her other leg begin to give out. He stood and picked her up; he dumped her on the bed and stood at the end.

His eyes roamed over her body and smiled. A feral smile she wouldn't have picked for him except that she had had him in her head and knew that more than a little of him was really animal. She'd thought she might be meeting him tonight and now she knew she would. This wouldn't be a sweet night of slow lovemaking but a feral mating that she wanted now. Now that she knew what she knew she couldn't take the sweet, slow version.

He crawled onto the bed and crept up her body, a shiver ran through her spine as he settled on top of her. Without thought her legs bent and closed around his thighs. He rutted his hips down and she felt him brush her centre. She moaned and bucked up against him. He dropped his mouth to hers as he positioned himself at her opening. He pushed in with one deep, quick thrust and he body arched off the bed towards him. She cursed her body again for reacting so violently to his touch but couldn't stop the small scream that left her throat as he moved within her.

He pulled out and pushed back in, her legs moved up and around him, her ankles locking his body against hers. He bent his head and captured one of her nipples as his body continued to move against her. The heat in her belly grew quickly and she knew that this would be quick, and she was glad, she could only pretend for so long. Her body arched against his again and she wondered if her back could break from movements like this, he moved his hips slightly to the left and all conscious thought left her.

His pace increased and she tried to keep up, her body moving without thought. Striving to relieve the tension he had created in her body since the day she'd seen him in a cage and wondered if the bars would have been imprinted in her back if she'd jumped him. His balls slapped against her and her nails dragged down his back, marking his skin, but she knew there would be no mark in the morning, she'd have to get very violent for tonight to show on his body at all. She felt her world getting smaller, and she knew she was almost there. She tightened her body, clamping down upon him as she spiralled out of control. Her world exploded and he felt her behind him, coming inside of her and she suddenly wanted to pull away refuse him that pleasure but she just clung to him, panting hard as she willed her body to shop shuddering.

He lay on top of her for a few minutes until his body began to recover and he pulled out of her. She let him go and turned on her side determined not to let him see her now. She was surprised when he crawled behind her but knew it was a hollow gesture. She snuggled against his body anyway and felt him fall asleep. She closed her eyes and felt her body relax, but she knew sleep would come slowly to her tonight.

Tomorrow she would cry. She would sink to the floor of her shower, but it wouldn't be real, since no one could see it. All that water, how could it matter if some of it was salty instead of real? It had happened before; she had not been used then though. No one understood back then what she had been thinking when she'd fallen in love with him. Now neither did she, every sweep of his hand had told her that she just wasn't the girl he wanted in his bed, and she hadn't even needed him in her head to know that. She'd never be enough, that's why she knew she didn't need to worry about him being in her bed tomorrow morning; he'd be gone before the moon would.

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