Leo's POV
I didn't hold back. I withdrew almost all the way before slamming back into her with a force that made the headboard crack against the wall. Scarlett let out a broken, low-pitched cry, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me even deeper.
"Leo... yes... right there," she whimpered, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow.
I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming fast and rhythmic. Each hit was heavy and wet, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the small room. I watched her—the way her breasts bounced with every strike, the way her eyes rolled back into her head as I hit that sweet spot deep inside her over and over again. My wolf was howling, claiming her with every lunge, demanding that I leave my mark so deeply she could never forget the feel of me.
