Anita gasps at the pressure on her hips, and through their connection, it's clear she likes the roughness. She leans down to scrape teeth over a nipple, drag her tongue up his throat. Anita stares into those wolf-tinged eyes, panting, aroused, and riding him without pause. She's not afraid of his beast anymore, and she never would be again. All that radiates down the marks from her is love, acceptance, and lust.