"Enough." He caught his lips on yours, somehow. It's awkward and your teeth click together, but you know you have him now by the way his body tightens up. His lips were softer than you thought they'd be. The more you touched them, the more you feel compelled to touch them again. It took a few minutes for him to relax—the missed opportunity must have actually bothered him. His arms wrapped around you and he takes over your kiss. You won't stand for that—he said to do what you want—so you quickly reached for his cock to get him off-balance.

It worked; he's clearly staggered. His mouth unlocked from yours so that he can moan. His eyes are focused on you, watching you watch him lose control. Before you get too comfortable basking in your fascination, he half-lifts you and throws you onto the bed. Your stomach jumps and the reality of the situation finally settles in your chest. You're inflamed with wild wantonness and barely breathing. Never, ever have you experienced something like this. Melon tosses you the box cutter from his pants pockets and makes quick work of his pants. The sound of his zipper slipping down is more than enough to get you wet. He doesn't bother pulling off his shirt. His body falls upon yours, and his hungry hands bunch up the large shirt he gave you to wear until your breasts are bared in the cool air. His mouth latches on to one nipple and then the next with an almost frightening urgency.

The hardness of his cock against your thigh was something you won't ever be able to forget. You are desperate to taste him, but you know there is a limit to how far you can push.

You take the blade in one hand and press it lightly to the connection between his neck and trapeze muscle.

"Here?" You asked.

"You don't ask. You tell." He groaned out.

"Here." You said more assertively as you pressed down harder. Droplets of scarlet traced your blade and when you deemed it large enough, you tossed the cutter off of the bed and attached your lips to his new slice.

He's begging nonsensically at this point, smiling down at you; it's obvious he enjoys the sensation of his dripping cock slipping against your own wetness as you suck his life force. The wave of euphoria hit you as you began taking him into your body.

And then he's pushing in and out. It's rough and vicious. Like a barbarian, he bites your breast and pulls your hips closer to him by a violent grip of your ass.He wants to make you lose your mind as much as you want the same for him. This is fucking, primitive and fierce, and you never want to do it any other way with him. There's not going to be love and innocence in this relationship. You don't want that.

He pounds into you until you release his injury and moan out his name, raising your hips back against him. The urge to orgasm is sudden and you quickly lose any tenuous grip of control you had.

Your body shuddered; muscles tighten and release. Suddenly, you feel him grow bigger and harder inside of you. His cock inflates with cum until it spills over and into you. He moans with every pulse as your claws are so ingrained in his back that you wonder if you've permanently scarred him—just like he has with you.
 
As fast as you came together, you pulled apart. He collapsed beside you. Your body is still hungry and thrumming for more contact. You wanted him inside again, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.

Your head turned on your pillow so you can face him. As if this is commonplace for you both, your hand reflexively reached out to stroke his stomach.

"I want more of you," you whispered as his eyes slide to you in disbelief. "I want to stay with you."

His laugh was teasing. "You can't. I don't want you."

You, however, were insistent. "You do. I'm taking your advice. Doing what I want. Good luck getting rid of me. Now tell me more about the carni-herbi war. If you're impeding on my education, the least you can do is fill me in."