Overture Downs the sun will come out tomorrow..

the blood of the wolf filled his jaws, spilled from his lips; shardul tore his mouth away only to draw a shuddering breath when his reserves had run out. she writhed beneath him, and the great cat felt the familiar sensuality rising in his body. settling his weight more firmly upon the woman, the man purred strangely and with some level of contentment, unmoved by her cries. 

her teeth had buried themselves in his flesh, but he had grown numb to her jaws as they lacerated the skin there, and presently he grit his teeth and brought his broad square muzzle down unto her ear.

"thou shalt pay for that," shardul whispered, rasping his tongue in a macabre parody of a loving kiss along her forehead, before he took her ear into jaws and crushed it until she screamed.