It was a sharp, stinging ecstasy that left her gasping, her body twitching in a series of small, involuntary spasms.
She lay there, broken and beautiful, a battlefield of elemental sensations. She was caught in a storm of his making: the heat, the frost, the vibration, and the electricity.
She was fighting him with every ounce of her will, her spirit refusing to break, but her body was betraying her with every passing second, her moans becoming more frequent, more desperate, and more undeniably filled with the hunger he was so masterfully cultivating.
"You're breaking, Ignivara," Rex whispered, his shadow engulfing her as he leaned in closer, his hands preparing for the next wave of torment. "I can feel it..."
"The warrior is dying... and the animal is waking up."
