~ RIG ~
My body was going to short-circuit. I’d already lost my mind. Cara was wide eyed and smiling, panting with pleasure, and watching me.
When she stared at me like that, when her eyes widened and blazed fire at the sight of me, it almost pushed me over the edge. I pleaded with her—I’d barely entered her, barely made this good.
But she urged me on.
She was perfect. Perfect. And going to make me fucking come.
As we moved together I fought for control—my body peaking pleasure, my wolf slavering for release. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take my pleasure without giving her hers.
It was a battle, a fight—and yet I was plunged every downward, ever hotter, harder, needier, because my mates eyes followed the lines of my body, watched me take her, and lit with joy and pleasure at the sight of it.
“Oh, fuck, Cara—”
“Your body,” I whispered. “You’re so… beautiful.”