He moved with a primal rhythm, each thrust a claim and a surrender. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, anchoring herself as he drove them both toward a precipice only they could see.
When release finally claimed them, it came quietly but powerfully, a shudder that ran through them both as if their souls had moved as one.
His wolf surged, claiming the moment. He marked her once more, biting into her neck and the pleasure broke over her so hard she cried out, shaking in his arms. It was more than she had ever felt — too strong.
She was still trembling when he turned her over, placed her on her knees and entered her from behind.
The world dissolved into a cascade of sensation. Each powerful thrust was a claim, a primal rhythm that echoed the frantic beat of her heart. Her cries were lost in the rumble of his chest against her back. This was not the gentle union of lovers, but the fierce, undeniable merging of mates.
