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was growing moist as her nipples hardened and her mouth went dry. Cirro didn’t stop there, though. His claws continued to rip and sunder until he was kicking scraps of his pants away from his legs. His thighs were thick and powerful, the muscles bunching as he shifted. But her eyes were riveted on his cock. It was magnificently hard for her, jutting toward her from a thatch of dark golden hair. His balls were heavy and the soft, velvet skin tantalized her to take a lick.
    “I smell your desire. Your pussy is weeping for me and I haven’t even touched you. Can another man do this? Can someone else give you so much with simply the sight of his flesh?” Cirro asked, but he didn’t give her a chance to answer. His hands were on her, ripping her clothes away. But as vicious as his actions were, he was careful. Never once did she feel the bite of his claws. Never once, when he wrenched fabric away, did it abrade her skin. In seconds she was bare and open to him. His gazed roamed over her possessively and she arched under the seduction of the moment. This was Cirro. Wild and needy. For her. She could taste it in the air.
    “Not good enough,” he said and clambered off her. He grasped her wrists and lifted her from the bed as if she weighed nothing. He switched positions with her and sat on the bed, spinning her around and sitting her on his lap. He let go of her wrists and with sure hands gripped her knees to position her legs over his.
    “Look in the mirror,” he commanded, and she was helpless to do anything but obey. She was draped over him like and ornament. He gripped her hair and forced her head back to his shoulder. The change made her breasts poke out, her stomach quiver. She was on display. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see what he could do with her. The slight sting of a slap to her clit made her scream, even as her eyes shot open. The sting faded and warmth replaced it, spreading slowly from her clit to deep in her womb. She squirmed in Cirro’s lap.
    “This is mine,” he growled, slapping her clit again, and she cried out, in agony, pleasure, and need.
    “No one else’s. They can’t have you. They can’t touch you. No one could give you what I do.” He nuzzled her neck, and then nipped over the mark he’d made. Her body coiled, waiting for pleasure. His hand left her hair, but she kept her head in place. His hand gripped her throat with leashed hostility, and it was so hot she felt moisture leak from her depths.
    “Say it,” he urged, but she refused. She wouldn’t give in. She’d begged him. She wouldn’t now. He chuffed against her neck and then his hand was trailing down, over the slope of her right breast. She watched him move in the mirror. His sure fingers found her nipple and tweaked it, twisted it until it hardened between his fingers. He gave equal attention to the other nipple and she was panting. She gripped his thighs and anchored herself as her body swam with desire.
    “Say it,” he urged again, but she stubbornly remained silent. “So be it.” His hand left her breast and then his other hand was moving. She watched, mesmerized, waiting. Two thick fingers sank into her wet sheath, stretching her. He pumped his hand, twisting as he came out, only to slam in again. She screamed, the pleasure filling her. He pushed and pulled and she felt each dig deep inside her. She held on and rode his fingers, hearing the sound of slick, wet flesh sliding, her panting breaths, and her cries, all the while watching him touch her. His gaze held hers in the mirror. Dark with lust, and still golden with the animal inside of him.
    “I’m going to ask you only once more. Only once,” he said, and then slapped her clit in time with his thrusts. She went wild, slamming her hips against his hand as best she could. Wave after wave of pleasure swamped her. She had never felt anything like this. Even in his anger, tinged with hurt, he cared for her. The sting of his hits only enhanced her pleasure,