Haunted Wood for the rotting (mtr.)

Heavily he breathed a warm breath onto her shoulder as he pressed on. He pressed into her, allowing her teeth to sink further as he did the same - only for Nesrine to find his ear and begin assaulting the cartilage upon his crown.

She pushed back against his will, and he purred a horrific tune, a mixture between a growl and a hiss of pleasure as he continued his hold onto her, between busied fangs that as his tongue lolled from its position and onto her coat. Tasting the woman as he desired more. He felt himself harden, muscles and all as she finally gave way, allowing him to tower over her, hover as he drank in the moment. 

Absolute lust, the man lacked every ounce of romance one would expect of from a man in his prime - they were far past the point of no return, there was no turning back, he desired absolution, satisfaction and should she regret her decision to push him to this point... he wouldn't allow her to back down now. 

Pushing, clawing at her side, he demanded her to roll onto her belly - and he would hurry her with nips and nicks, pressing more and more as his aggressions grew with desire, should she wait too long, he wouldn't shy away from drawing blood in his demands.