[ Who needs words anyway? Sure, words were nice and they fed the sometimes surprisingly fragile ego of the fourteen year old, but when this older girl looked the way she did, he sure didn't need reassurance from something like that. Panting openly, he's actually beginning to salivate a little as he continues to buck his hips against her, putting pressure on her up until he leans over her to smirk. He feels a sense of proprietary glee for his actions, and he wants to bask in it, wants to push Veronica to her limits, and he's pretty sure he's not doing an altogether bad job of it already.
Her screams make him moan, make him grunt out something that might've been her name, and eventually descend into an oddly high pitched whine of pleasure. His hands shift up and claws down her sides. He was her mate - she was his mate. she was his. ]
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Her screams make him moan, make him grunt out something that might've been her name, and eventually descend into an oddly high pitched whine of pleasure. His hands shift up and claws down her sides. He was her mate - she was his mate. she was his. ]