Dusk moaned and bucked her hips to meet his every thrust, she felt herself drawing near the edge. She dug her fingers into his scalp as she came around him once more, slumping against the wall.
She gasped for breath and ran a hand through her own hair, pushing the locks off of her face. She loved the feeling of him, the smell of his scent, the taste of him on her lips.
"That is comforting," she responded as she kissed him eagerly. A small laugh left her lips. "And you've ruined me, I feel the same way." She now shuddered at the thought of anyone else touching her where he had.
Her skin suddenly felt as if an icy bucket of water had been carefully poured where her tiger mark was, and she looked down at her forearm in irritation. The tiger was moving now, it's tail flicking side to side as it roared silently. "As it seems, my spare time is up," she said in a tone of annoyance.