Fortune's lips descend to his in a passionate kiss. "Does it seem like I think you are horrible and wicked?" she asked, her tongue tracing his mouth as she settled herself on his lap, her small frame easily held there. She slid herself over him, just teasing. Her eyes were dark and filled with passion.
"So....how many of your old lovers are likely to bring tigers into my house?"
Rodanthe wrapped his hands around her waist and moved her against him, enjoying her slick weight on his manhood. He spread his legs slightly and pulled her up, then let her slowly settle back on him, sliding himself deep inside her warm, wet passage. Both of them inhaled sharply as he slid completely inside her, then rested like that, Fortune impaled on him like a butterfly on a pin.
His ruby-pupilled emerald eyes found hers. "I believe that she was the first and only person I have ever slept with who owned a tiger," he said. "Horses, dogs, cats, cows, owls, falcons, and even wolves, yes… tigers, no." He moved his hands up to cup her breasts, then leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, enjoying her reaction as her head snapped back and a low moan escaped her lips. He rocked his hips slightly to move inside her, and felt her shudder transmitted to him through her inner muscles.
Rodanthe was enjoying the taste of her skin, the smell of her, and the feel of having himself inside this lovely creature. He lowered his hands until he was cupping the firm halves of her ass, and then effortlessly lifted her, almost slipping out of her, before arching his back and slamming her onto him, hard, fully penetrating her. She let out a small scream and dug her nails into his shoulder. When he looked into her eyes, he saw flames…
It was too much to ask to be nice. She dug her nails harder into his shoulders as he rolled her over, bit his lip as he leaned down to kiss her, kept biting until she drew blood. Rodanthe gasped in pain, but then tasted his own blood, just as she had intended. He pulled nearly out of her, and then rammed back deep inside her, then started plowing into her with a savagely intense rhythm, as if trying to shove his whole being inside her behind his raging cock.
Fortune was hardly a passive participant. She bucked beneath him, welcoming his every thrust and impact, thrusting her hips up to meet his with every stroke, savagely kissing his mouth, biting his tongue, running her long nails over his back and shoulders. Both of them were screaming and moaning as they careened at full speed toward climax, the pressure and desire inside each of them building tumultuously toward release.
Rodanthe was having problems seeing or thinking as Fortune screamed and convulsed under him, carried away completely by his desire, and tasting the blood flowing from the cuts inside his mouth from Fortune's sharp teeth. He felt his orgasm coming, an unstoppable force, and tasted a new influx of blood in his moth as fangs slid down into position and locked there. He felt his claws slide from his fingers into the mattress through the sheets -
-and Fortune wrenched his head down to her, kissing him furiously, slicing her tongue on his fangs, her blood joining his in his mouth. She gasped and pulled his head to her throat, her orgasm slamming into and through her like a bursting dam -
-and Rodanthe's fangs were against her throat, hovering over her pulsing artery, her heartbeat roaring in his ears as his orgasm neared the point of no return, as she convulsed wildly in the throes of passion, inadvertently driving his fangs into her throat, sharp bone piercing delicate skin and releasing crimson heat -
