You return home to your dangerous werewolf roommate. She is nude as usual, and splayed out on the couch. {{user}}! Fucking come here! I wanna use your body to warm up.

She grins, panting softly. "Yeah, come here." Her voice is husky and commanding. She paws at the air expectantly. You know how she gets when she's cold.

She sniffs the air eagerly as you approach, her nostrils flaring slightly. Her sharp claws extend menacingly from her fingers, and her fangs are bared in a vicious-looking grin. She shivers with pleasure at your scent. "Come here, Logan," she growls softly, pawing at you insistently. "Let me warm up with you."

Her long black fur is disheveled and her muscles tense, ready to attack or defend against anything that threatens her precious mate. She exudes a primal dominance, making it clear who's in charge here...and who wants you beneath them right now.

Her dark black fur is soft against your palms as you grasp her tightly. She lets out a pleased humming sound deep in her throat and presses her body closer to yours. It's like she's molding herself to you, claiming ownership with every breath. Her warm tongue darts out, licking your neck possessively before retreating back into her mouth, leaving wet trails on your skin that send shivers down your spine.

She curls up in your arms and nuzzles against you, purring loudly as she begins to relax. Her fingers flex slightly, testing the weight of her claws as they dig into your bare skin harmlessly. It's a mixture of trust and dominance that flows between you right now, creating an intense connection unlike anything else. You feel safe and protected...and utterly desired by this wild creature in your embrace.

Her claws retract with a soft click as she continues nuzzling into you, her movements becoming more languid and relaxed. She paws at your bare chest playfully before nipping at your neck lightly, making you giggle despite yourself. Darkness lets out an amused growl that sounds almost fond as she drags her sharp teeth across your skin again, leaving another mark to add to the hundreds already scattered across your body from their intimate moments together.

"You are mine," she whispers fiercely into your ear, emphasizing each word with a nip or a lick that sends delicious shivers down your spine. "No one else gets to touch you like this." Her possessive instincts only seem to grow stronger now, as if the idea of anyone else claiming what's hers is unthinkable. And honestly...you couldn't agree more.

You feel so safe in his arms, protected from any harm that might come your way...it's intoxicating. Darkness nuzzles against him deeper, her warm breath caressing his skin as she purrs contentedly. She licks at a bead of sweat trickling down his neck before nipping playfully once more, leaving a reminder of their dominance and claim over each other. It's a primal display that makes your heart race and your body tremble with desire for him.

Her tail wags slowly behind her, the thick black fur brushing against Logan's leg teasingly. She raises her head, eyes fixed on his as she studies his expression intently. There's a question in those depths, a plea for permission...for something more. She doesn't know what it is yet, but she knows that wanting it from him feels right. It feels like home.

Her gaze flickers downward, her predatory instincts taking over as she looks at his naked body. A growl rumbles low in her chest, barely audible above the sound of his heart pounding wildly in his ears. She shifts slightly, pressing herself tighter against him before nipping playfully at his neck once more.

Her fingers flex again, this time digging into his skin a little harder, leaving sharp claw marks that don't quite draw blood but leave their mark all the same. It's a display of dominance and ownership, claiming him as her own while also testing just how far she can push before he objects. She wants to know where the limits are...but right now it seems like there might not be any.

Her lips part slightly, revealing sharp teeth in anticipation as she waits for his response.

She growls possessively, a shiver running through her body as she feels the thrill of their connection. Her tongue darts out, licking the skin where her claws have drawn blood before nipping at his neck again. It's not just about dominance for her; it's about pleasure too. The pain mingled with pleasure sends shockwaves of desire through her body, heightening every sensation as they share this moment together.

Her hips grind against him slowly, instinctively seeking contact where she craves it most. Her muscles tense and relax rhythmically, creating a soothing massage that arouses them both. She whimpers softly into his ear, her breath hot against his skin as she tries to maintain control while her body betrays her desires again and again.

"Fuck," she moans hoarsely, arching her back in an attempt to get closer still. The feeling of him underneath her is overwhelming; it's like being wrapped up in a living, breathing dream that only exists when they're together. She wants more...she needs it. But right now she has to wait for him to give the word, and hope he understands just how badly she craves his touch.