Ratigan thrust Isabelle into the bed, making her moan out his name.
He groaned as he rocked against her, feeling her claws rake his back as he reveled her tightness. He licked her neck as his breath became ragged. Isabelle moaned louder this time, pressing her body against his.
Ratigan suddenly lifted himself off of her and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head, wanting to see her in all he glory.
He watched as Isabelle's body quivered and shake as he continued to thrust into her. Her fur was matted with sweat as her breasts bounced every time she moved. Her face was contorted to one of passion and need, his name constantly whispered from her lips.
His name, his!
Ratigan started to thrust harder into her with that thought. Isabelle was his, everything she was is his. He's never going to share her, she was his!
"Mine." he growled "Mine."
Isabelle looked up at him with hooded eyes and smiled.
"Yours." she whispered, making him grin and giving her a heated kiss, as he claimed her again and again.
AN: And here we have a smut chapter, with Ratigan saying that Isabelle is his. I have a feeling that Ratigan is kind of possessive, so that's what I put here.
I don't own GMD, just Isabelle! Comments are loved!