Hearing those words aroused Victor more than ever. He gave a low, eager growl, his clawed fingers sliding down to touch at his stiffening cock, his hand sliding over his length while he purred and snarled. He'd wanted her for so long now; Erica had sated his more base urges, but it just hadn't been the same as fucking Jessie. His Jessie. His woman. His wife.

"Fuck," he breathed, already shifting to move up the bed, changing position so that his legs were inbetween hers, the smooth head of his cock pressing insistently against her wet pussy.