Cerulean Cape Cause for hate and a cause for ending, it sounds so easy

His teeth clenched harder against her flesh when her fangs dug into his muzzle; the roll of his growl became more torrid and loud as his bites became more urgent, landing against her in feverish succession as they descended the curve of her neck toward her chest.

She became suspended, and Raptor indulged his newfound liberty, reaching back up to swiftly nip the slim line of her jaw before his nose began a trace along her carotid, nudging firmly, insistently, on his way to the base of her ear. He plied his tongue along its delicate edge as a needy whine slipped through his growl. Then all tenderness — so subtle and brief as it were — was lost as he clamped down on her ear and yanked hard in a bid to roughly coerce her to action.