Cleo let out a gasping whimper when he filled her and began to thrust roughly. She certainly didn't mind letting him take what he wanted, not when she wanted all the same things. She wanted him claiming her, marking her the way he was and each time his teeth sank in against her skin, she cried out. "Colin..." she whimpered, hips rocking up to meet his. It didn't matter if they were forever entrapped in the rutting stage, Cleo just couldn't get enough of him.