I panted in time to his thrusts, meeting him with my hips on every motion, demanding from him everything he could give. Dain answered that want, his arms wrapped around me and his mouth against me. His fingers found my clit, pressing down and circling, and that jolt of pleasure was too much for me.

My orgasm hit me like lightning, bowing my back as my whole body slammed down on him, the ecstasy overwhelming all of my senses. I came screaming his name, my legs wrapped around his waist and my hand in his hair, every grip of my throbbing pussy around the girth of him sending a flare of blinding pleasure through me. Dain bit me again, his teeth sinking into the meat of my shoulder with a vivid burst of pleasure, buried to the hilt in me and driving me through my orgasm mercilessly.

Before I'd managed to regain any amount of thought, Dain hauled me off of himself, lifting me up over his head and planting his mouth on my soaking pussy. He groaned as he tasted me, shoving his tongue roughly against me and then into me, his mouth open wide and his dangerous canines pressing against my skin. But he gave me no chances to relax into having his mouth on me, devouring the taste of my orgasm and then dropping me down along the wall again, the hot water of the shower running down his chest and dripping off of his hair.

Dain manhandled me into position, moving me so that I was facing away from him, my torso supported by his wing-arms and my toes barely touching the floor. His strong fingers closed around my shoulders and he grabbed me roughly by the hair, making me arch my back with a sobbing cry of pleasure as I braced my hands against the shower wall. His harsh breathing filled the steaming air of the shower with the sound of aggressive desire.

With a snarl, Dain drove himself into me again, his other hand reaching around to finger me as he rutted into me, holding me in place by my shoulders and hair. Those fingers on my clit knew exactly what to do, knew my body as well as I did, and the slam of his cock against my depths sent radiating pleasure out into me with every blow. Every part of me focused on him: his powerful wing-hands gripping me with such precise strength, his fingers tangled in my hair, the overwhelming perfection of his body inside of mine.