Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

She didn't look back or give him another thought at all, at least not until she felt his teeth score against her hip. This surprised her so completely that Towhee paused and whirled. For the first time in many moments, they were properly face to face again and thus they could communicate effectively. It seemed so unnecessary to worry about communicating at a time like this—was she not signaling clearly enough already?!—but that bite to her buttocks had done things to her.

Towhee's core felt like molten lava as her eyes bored into the stranger's. "I want you to do that again. Bite me," she rumbled, being extra clear despite her muddled thoughts, "while you fuck me." She turned around again, for the last time. Either he would fuck her or he wouldn't. Either way, she would be swiftly moving onto the next one, if history was any indication.