Passion in lust

He grabs her body in his grasp, feeling her back as his hands glide against her spine
Her desperate hands search for his shoulder blades, a spot where she can attach herself to him
His gaze drops down to hers and he seeks the look in her eyes that he has long since known
His hands tie around the delicate curves of her waste, linking his body to hers in one animalistic gesture
Her breathing begins to become dense and heavy, a heaving moan
Staring into her eyes his mouth begins to water, with a hunger, not for the nourishment of food though but for the nourishment of her body, of her flesh pressed against his
He lowers his lips towards hers, the thunder in their eyes roars and storms thru out the habitation they are held in
With their lips interlocked his hands groping, desperately and wildly for some part of her that he can not seem to attain
Yet her hands stay calm, now upon his cheeks, feeling the raw energy surging from the charged connection
He breaks apart the kiss, which plunges her to reach for him again, jumping like a beast on her pray and regaining the needed lock of flesh
He takes her into his arms then, picking her up as if a rag and carrying her into a small, musky, smoke-like room
They kiss again, charged with energy, enough to light a nation
biting his lips, clawing at his shirt, ripping into him
His own hands shaking from the passion, from the moment, tearing apart her shirt
His hands seek purpose in her body, and they find it and hold it
His eyes locked onto hers, sharing the kiss of forever, the kiss of passion, a kiss of pure animal lust
Her claws upon his back, his hands then pinning her body down, slamming, commanding
a war, a battle to be able to snatch that purpose and harness that energy into their own systems
A never ending romp, sweaty, musky and lustful, all that is needed in any act