She melts into his kiss, winding her arms around his neck, letting her hands play through his hair and skim down his shoulders. Her hips meet his, her thighs parting to accept him, rocking again, the urgency returning. Her nails graze down his back, not hard enough to draw blood if he were human, but enough to leave her mark.

He presses deep and she gasps against his mouth, a shudder of bliss running through her entire frame. He does it again, and her eyes roll back, and she's clinging to him.