Little Goat Mountain transient

The girl arches her back and he sinks himself into her with a low and rumbling growl. His eyes darted up toward the ceiling of their cave and into the back of his head. The fire in the pit of his stomach was urging him forward, and he tore at her with nothing holding him back. Still, he wanted to feel her squirm beneath his hold, and as he worked his way with her, Ithrik demanded that she illicit something of a response. Releasing his grip on her shoulder, he parted his lips and drew his tongue along the back of her neck. Thick swaths of drool stuck to her pelt as he did so. He slid his tongue to her other shoulder before yanking her closer with his arms.