Compilation Of Short Stories
It was more than sex; it was a consummation.
Thraxnir began to move, setting a relentless, pounding rhythm that rocked the heavy table. Each thrust was a masterstroke, hitting a spot within her that made her see stars. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her claws scored his back, drawing thin lines of dark, shimmering blood that smelled of sulfur and incense.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss, swallowing her moans. One of his hands slid between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit with unerring accuracy. He pressed down and circled, the pressure exquisite and devastating.