Fenrir's POV
Another hour passed. The fire cast dancing shadows on the high stone walls.
The rhythm was flowing smoothly and powerfully. Lyra would call out patrol zones; I’d cross-check the authorized commander for each zone from our master ledger. We were incredibly close, physically and mentally, and it was driving me to distraction.
Anytime she leaned over the desk to indicate a point on the topographical map, the touch of her arm would set me aflame. Her scent combined with the feeling of friction of my leathers against my rock-hard c**k was excruciating.
My body burned in need. All I could think about was grabbing the parchment with our plans and bending her over this desk. I wanted to plunge deep inside her, feeling her screaming my name uncontrollably until she couldn’t utter
