Final Fantasy VII, Elena/Rufus, she may be a woman, but first she’s a turk. (He finds he rather li
She growled against his lips, her teeth nipping at his mouth as she fought him for domination. She was no meek secretary or society debutante who would willing lay back with her legs spread, making all the right noises at the right time to inflate his ego, but he wouldn’t enjoy her as much if she was. She may be a woman, but first she’s a Turk.
“Rufus,” growled Elena, her blue eyes flashing as the young Shinra latched on to her throat, marking her as his even if the blue suit she wore hadn’t been enough of a claim. With a twist and a shove, she rolled them over, moaning as he slid deeper into her as she rode him, and Rufus gripped her hips, his fingers digging into soft skin as she moved above him. Soft candle light illuminated her skin as it glittered with sweat and decorated with bruises from his teeth and fingers, and her own teeth were bared in a soft snarl as she proved she was a Turk, willing to go after what she wanted.
The choked gasp as he thrust hard into her was music to his ears, and he slipped a hand from her hip to stroke her between blood swollen skin. His fingers slipped over the wetness spilling from her, slicking his skin before he found that hard nub of nerves. Her shrieks of pleasure pushed his own higher, and he found himself laughing with delight at the filthy words that spilled from her lips, urging him on.
She was a Turk and he found he rather liked that distinction.