Winston POV
Macy falls forward onto my chest. She is gasping for air. My c**k is still throbbing inside her, but I know she needs a minute before we can continue. The wait to keep f*****g her is excruciating, and I am struggling. I raise my hips slightly, testing the waters, but instead of hearing her moan, a scream rips through the air. Her back arches at an unnatural angle, and her arms spread wide.
The iron bracelets melt from her skin like they have been placed against a flame. Edward scoots out from behind her and watches the scene with wide eyes. The sickening sound of skin ripping fills the silent room, and blood runs down her sides. I watch in horror as wicked, black, feathered wings sprout from her back.
Her wings spread wildly behind her, a stark contrast to her milky
