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Chapter Fifty-Three. Ares and Davina. Ares point of view. “Don’t be too rough with her Ares!” My human worries too much. My mate can take this, in fact by the scent of her arousal, she wants it. I suppose if she didn’t like it all primal and rough, she wouldn’t be our perfect match. Seeing her on all fours before me, arse high in the air, her slick glistening on the tops of her legs as it pools out of her body, has to be the best view of my existence. Her ample t**s are hanging down, just waiting for me to get my paws on them. I lean over her back and slap her low-hanging fruit that is her breasts, right on the n****e. She hisses with the sting of pain, then lets out a soft moan, as her n*****s become even harder. Do I care that I am trapped in the confines of my human body? No