Marked For Ruin
He began to move.
At first, the rhythm was slow, deep, and deliberate, a powerful tide moving in and out of her. Every thrust met the deep, hollow ache inside her, and she whimpered, a sound of pure bliss. Her rational mind was a distant star; there was only the universe of pure sensation. The slick slide of their bodies, the overwhelming scent of aroused Alpha and Omega mingling until it was one single fragrance, the sound of their ragged breaths in the quiet, glowing nest.
Bab Populer