THE ROYAL PACK
{THE CENTRAL REGION}
"Tell me you want me, My Queen! Tell me how much you want me!" Xander grunted.
"I want you so much that the soul of my wolf stirs at your thrust, gripping me harder and threatening to drain me with thirst for you. My wolf aches for you as well as it stirs for you."
Ulva's breath hitched, her fingers digging in to the table's wdge.
Her voice was throaty reflecting her currents state. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, the air heavy with the sound of skin against skin.
Queen Ulva's back arched as Xander's strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him with each deep, relentless thrust. Her expensive gown was bunched around her hips, the fabric crumpled beneath her as she braced herself against the wooden table while receiving his long hard and heavy thrusts.
"I don't want you to stop anytime soon!" She cried out to him as the pleasure filled her up.
