Burning. Liquid fire in her veins. Pain. Desperation.
An old soul, an inhuman soul, trapped in a body unprepared to deal with the heat cycle. This was worse than usual, however. In the presence of her chosen mate, with their marriage ceremony so near and their hearts brimming with the desire to start a family, her body was on fire. The heat had ravaged her for nearly a week, spurring them into a constant frenzy of sexual activities, but it wasn't enough.
As the male lies beside her, his hand stroking absently through her dark curls, she makes a low whining sound deep in her throat. "What is it?" he questions, knowing the answer before he even looks to see the lust in her caramel eyes. "I need you in me," she whimpers, voice raspy and breathless, her throat having been stretched to its limits by his cock a dozen times already that day. He just shakes his head, tugging on her hair a bit before returning his attention to the television show.
With her heat pushing her into a deep, serene kind of submission she meekly returns to stroking his cock in silence, unwilling to upset him by pushing the topic. After a few more moments, however, she grows bored, and leans down to take the head into her mouth. Growling approval, he pushes her head down until she's gasping around his member, eagerly running her tongue over the veiny surface and bobbing her head. His hips begin to thrust, pushing his cock further into her mouth as she moans around the velvety flesh, all too eager to please. He enjoys her mouth, using it for his own pleasure until he blows his load, shooting a few thick ropes of cum down her throat and holding her there until she taps his leg weakly, a silent beg for breath.