Firefly Glen [m]eet me in the woods tonight

The rumble set his loins afire. She was not meek but a fighter. He buried his teeth harder, pinning her down, throwing his forelimbs around her with fevered excitement.

She could shake him off—but she wouldn't.

He gave in to passion, gasping, eyes rolled back into his skull.

Whether he'd met his mark or not—he would at least spill over.

vague :)