What happens when two predatory beings of different species get together and mingle?
That has been in his head for the duration of the time he has been with his paramour.
Her, being small and fit like a jaguar with nails fitting more like a bird of prey's talons, made to score and split skin and dig into the flesh.
Him, much taller in comparison that the vibes of a silverback with the calm demeanor of a liger (and their capability of ferocity, being the offspring of lions and tigers) with hands big and made to encompass the opposing skin.
Be it the tender touching, the bites to the skin and the marks left to be reminded of one's momentary conquest of the other, the passionate kissing and the buildup of arousal and primordial cravings or the need to pin the other down and have their fill, if only to calm their hunger down for a while.
Upon sitting over his lap and noticing he has been lusting over her for a while, with his lips coating her neck with pecks and blowing cold air on the damp spots of her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin and hearing her moan and groan in the mix of pain and pleasure; only to be met with her nails scoring the skin of his back and digging them into his flesh.
Her taking her turn in nibbling on his neck, tugging at his hair to move his head for ease of access to the area she's due to gnaw on and him grabbing at her flesh tightly at the hips, thighs or ass in rebuttal; and the sudden hand that keeps her teeth on him with a hand over her head.
With every aching moment for both parties, the urge to conquer the latter rises for them both.
With her drive to blind her prey, pinning him down and both taking her time and having her ways with him - nothing in her way to get what she wants out of him; for now.
With his primal necessity to pin his prey down and restrain it, letting his teeth gnash at her calves and thighs, the way his penis had to somewhat split her vagina open due to it's girth and the neverending need to fuck her until her knees start shaking.
But paternal instincts often kick in for him, the difference in size between them subconsciously giving off play-fighting vibes, the need to pull her in close after a good round or two of rough and exhausting fucking.
Letting her rest her head on his chest, the spooning with his arm comfortably between her breasts and his thumb inside of her mouth.
Of course, until the next time they play-fight.
