Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
The wolf wouldn't have minded if she had fought. Regardless, her willingness pleased him all the same. She had bought him, but he was still not owned, and he stretched himself over and against her as she pulled him forward. The way her dress slid up only made it easier for him, though he had the sudden desire to rip and tear the dress from her to bare her body to his gaze. All he wore was a pair of ripped pants, easily shoved down his hips with fingers that clawed fabric in his impatience. He was not clumsy or hesitant, nor was he gentle; he pawed at her shoulders before taking hold, and he thrust into her with a growl, breath hot and heavy against her neck.