#tcbyam

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He claimed her lips in a fiery and furious kiss, dominating her. He ripped his claws from her curly hair, leaving it in messy tangles. With one hand still pinning her down by her hip, he pulled her blouse up to her neck to allow easier access to squeeze her large breast.

Amell’s greedy fingers found her hard nipples with ease. But instead of directly pinching them, he encircled it with his claws, tracing her areola.

Karla shuddered, moaning into his kiss.

He kissed her as if she were damned and about to be dragged away to the hells away from him. His forked tongue plunged inside her mouth. But Karla did not back down from him. She kissed him back just as fiercely, sucking on his bottom lip, forcing a groan from his chest.

The sound caused her to grin manically. Here she was. Pinned down by the ultimate predator, a demon, and yet she still held his pleasure in her soft hands.

So distracted by his maddening kisses and teasing touches, Karla did not notice Amell parting the front of her slacks. It was not until he cupped her mound did Karla realize her error.

His fingers found her clit with ease. But rather than press fully against it, giving it the attention it begged for, he merely circled it with the very tip of his claw; the exact same way he teased her breast.

Karla whimpered. She screwed her eyes closed so tight strange colors and stars burst against the blackness.

There she was yet again. On a precarious edge. The foam of an ocean of ecstasy teasing her, lapping at her ankles. No matter how hard Karla bucked her hips against Amell’s hand or wriggled beneath him, his touches remained maddening. And the ocean remained at her ankles, the foam clinging to her fur, beckoning her to wade in. To surrender to its powerful waves.

And how could Karla not? It was just her. Her. Amell. And a vast world of pleasure that she had only just dipped the tips of her hooves into. Fear still underlined her need; the fear of exposure.

Yes, she feared others finding out the nature of her and Amell’s… relationship. But even more than that, baring herself to him was something else. Even as she faced the growing waves, she kept her front turned and her eyes closed.

If eyes were the windows to the soul, Karla kept those curtains tied tightly against said windows.

But Amell did not demand her heart. He did tell her to give her soul and being to him. His hard cock, which was still pressed against her inner thigh, asked for only one thing.

But she had to beg for it first.

The sea foam rose, lapping at her knees. Promising everything she yearned for in that moment. Something simple. Something primal. And how could Karla not give into it? Not when his fingers still encircled her clit, treating it as if it were as precious and delicate as a pearl.

“Please.” That small word shattered Karla’s world, rocketing her back into reality. Amell’s scent; the salty brine of the ocean and the sun-kissed warmth of the sands still lingered in her nostrils. But now she found her eyes wide open, but she could not meet Amell’s gaze. Instead, Karla nuzzled into his neck, kissing at the junction where it met his shoulder. She nipped at him.

“Please what?” he said, that growl in his chest mixing with his purr as he pressed the pad of his finger hard against her clit while at the same time pinching her nipple.

Finally, Karla thought as a high-pitched and, frankly pathetic, keen escaped her. Perhaps she should be embarrassed in this moment. But she was not. She was too wrapped up in Amell and his sea of pleasure.

“I need you. Inside me,” Karla said between kisses, gasping the words softly. She hardly recognized her own voice. Yet she never felt so tethered to herself; from the nipple Amell continued to roll between the pads of his finger to the clit he now rubbed against.

Her orgasm teased her, the tides of it barely cresting Karla. She yearned for her, her entire body trembling, but it was just not enough. She needed more.

Amell chuckled against her, and for a second, that fear pierced her. It tore through the need pounding through every vein, fueled by her rapid heartbeat.

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“Karla.”

She peered over at Amell. Despite the levity, his golden eyes still burned and the tip of his tail flicked back and forth, not unlike that of a cat hunting a particular juicy mouse.

“Yes?” she responded, purposefully dropping her normal sir.

Amell rolled his shoulders in response, his ears flicking back as his tail gave a rough lash.

“You are teasing me.”

“You just now noticed?” Karla could not keep the slight simper out of her words. She knew Amell could still scent her arousal, just as she could scent his, but she was still grateful her tail was tucked beneath her clothes and out of the way. It was still perky, standing straight up and at attention.

A low warning growl reverberated in Amell’s chest. “Tease,” he hissed.

Karla merely quirked the edges of her lips in response, pinching her expression in one that most would label “infuriating.”

For Amell, the heady scent of his arousal only grew stronger; a deep, almost salty scent that reminded Karla of the ocean. Vast. Sharp. Cold. But all too tempting to sink into and disappear within.

“How about I propose a different game than you playing with me,” Amell all but growled, prowling closer. Circling around her.

“I thought you liked it when I played with you.”

Amell snapped his fangs at her, his tail lashing out behind him again. His perfectly primped hair fell out of its hairspray and his dedication, flyaway black hairs falling across Amell’s forehead. His claws went to the buttons of his suit, and he swiftly unbuttoned them with practiced ease, his eyes never once leaving her own. Unblinkingly. Obsessively.

It would not take long for Karla to push him over the edge. Just a few more simpers and teasing, closed-lipped grins. He may have pulled a few gasps away from her lips earlier. He may be able to scent her soaked panties. But he would have to try much harder for it to show on her face.

“Are you going to say it?” he asked, his words nearly drowning in his rumbling growl.

He was talking about the safe word. But Karla merely tipped her head to the side, widening her already round eyes. “Say what?” she asked, fluttering her lashes.

Amell’s fingers spasmed around his tie as he ripped it off, tossing it onto his desk along with his once pressed suit jacket.

His growl was so loud now, it deafened Karla’s racing heart.