Rhea had never felt anything like this before. The world beyond the black silk of the bed had ceased to exist, replaced entirely by the overwhelming presence of the man above her. Fenris growled, a low, tectonic vibration that rattled through her bones as he moved with a rhythmic, punishing force.
Her body felt like a live wire, sparking and surging with every heavy impact. As he drove her face into the mattress, the scent of him, musk and rain, filled her senses. She clenched the bedding in her fists, her knuckles white as she bunched the fabric. She moved in a desperate, instinctive rhythm, her hips lifting to meet his every descent. Every time he drove forward, a broken moan escaped her throat, falling into perfect, haunting harmony with his guttural growls.
