Awakening The Silver Wolf

"Oh!” Her head tilted back, exposing the delicate line of her throat to the cloudy sky as she completely gave in to the feeling.

He began to move in a slow, powerful rhythm that quickly sped up. With each deep thrust, he was making a declaration, claiming her in this sacred space in every way he could, binding her to himself.

Mia met him thrust for thrust, her hips bucking instinctively against his, her legs wrapped tightly around him. She was desperate for more, and he knew it. His Mia loved control, but he wanted to show her what control really was. As the water splashed around them, he leaned in, his mouth finding the sensitive skin beneath her ear. He nipped gently on it, making her gasp sharply.

"Mine,” he rasped, the word coming out as possessive as could be; it sent shivers through her already trembling body. His hips drove harder, faster, the rhythm of his plunges deepening. He had wanted the water to make this moment a very memorable one, and this was no doubt what he had wa