Blackfeather Woods even the darkness has arms

The devil found purchase in her nape and she grunted against him, holding her limbs steadfast to the earth for support. The tension in her shoulders drove him to madness and Ithrik snarled through the tufts of her pelt in his mouth. His gnarled teeth were clenched tightly, but he was finding himself unimpressed with her posture. The fiend wanted to despoil her with more than just a break of her womanly heat, but a battering of her spirit.
 
Moving his frame, the male attempted to wrap his dark limbs around her waist. Swinging his head from the left to the right, he uttered a guttural growl. The rumbling of his voice spoke of his desires, and the brute bucked his hips into the air – reaching nothing – in preparation for his plunge. In his movement, his teeth loosened their grip on the skin of her neck, but he did not notice.