— REN —
I can't fucking think straight.
The sun is starting to rise, and I haven't pulled out once.
How is this even happening? What the fuck is going on? Daeleon has some serious explaining to do whenever he gets back—because whatever's happening isn't instinct; at this point, it's preternatural.
She hasn't asked to eat, or even mentioned being hungry—like, I've only known her a week, and I know that's actual insanity. If there's one indisputable thing about Zoryn, it's her appetite.
At least, that's what I thought.
Her voice brings me out of my thoughts. "Again," she says to me, staring up at me with those captivating golden eyes, red around the edges from mating all night long. "I need more…"
Fuck.
I'm not getting tired either, which is especially strange—I have stamina, but I don't think I have fuck-for-14-hours level stamina unless I'm somehow even stronger than I thought.
"Please," she adds when I don't answer immediately.
